Misery
Originally Uploaded here by *Incarnadine*
I still love you and think of you almost more than anyone else. It seems the curse of my current affliction, the symptom to my disease. Once, you were my blood, and while you are not the wound, it seems to be still you that I bleed out. The fury and loss now comes from other sources, just as old but more cripplingly persistent, but when I slip it is back into you. Sleep, it torments me, it haunts me, with you. When I sleep it is either the restful oblivion of the dead, the shaking and turning of distracted wakefulness, or it is of you.
You are like a light, that shines bright and cleanly. It is soft and ephemeral, normally indistinguishable, still you are my shaft through the floorboards. I might be still here, musty and hidden away, mad from the way of things and myself, but you are here too, the company that keeps me. You may not have noticed, but lately, I'm alone too.
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