Occasionally, he would go back to where he last saw her but she was gone.
Although she wasn't there he could tell she would visit this place occasionally. Everytime she was there she would leave a picture and everytime it was a different one. She also left a message that read, "I hate life."
He didn't know why he would occasionally go back but really he knew and just did not want to admit it. He had a thing for her. For a period, of maybe four or five months, they walked through the wreckage together, wreckage that each of them seperately created. Unfortunately just by the fact that they walked together they ended up adding to the firestorms and chaos that was already going on.
They had to split.
He thought he would visit the place one last time but deep down inside he knew he'd be back - back to the place that was once her rise above but had become just shits and digs.
Yeah, he'd be back.
About Me
- Floyd Hill
- Circa 2006 - Well first off, I am an addict and I admit I am powerless over it and it has made my life unmanageable. So much so that I now have confirmation that my wife is going to divorce me. I believe that less than .01% of the world's (human) population is mentally healthy and this mental health comes about only by pure sheer accident. We're all fucked up it is just a matter of to what degree. As an engineer, I am still wondering when I get to drive the train.
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