2010-01-27 17:24:43⑩
絮語【7】
Slowly my trust was shattered to pieces by my imagination, the free mind that I have no control or whatsoever over with...
I picture he would be slowly, bit by bit erasing my trace of existence as if I have never been there.
He was technically right. I have never even slightly barely touched his life, my influence is a ripple that wouldnt have reached him even after a million light years, when we all will be long dead by then, and he woudlnt know a thing. My existence are footprints on sand easily washed away by gentle waves.
I picked up pieces of my life which I had amputated since I met him but could never string them back together again I suppose, and fishing for memories that I drowned to the bottom of my consciousness now almost out of my reach.
My heart tugged, my tears fell.