This morning I layed in my beaten sheets,

the remnants of last nights fight with my comforter.

In my dream I had yelled at you. Explaining how you

hurt my fragil ego. I tried to extinguish my

previous embarassment by supplementing you for

shame. And thats when I realized that you dont know

me; nor do you care. The bitter truth a harsh reality;

the moment a million clouds descend upon my paradise.

I think this is where I started to run. A sprint towards

redemption, a gallup back to self. Some weeks later

I passed you on the street and our story flashed; a cinematic

recap of our battle, and that was it. Both weighing the others

emotions, finally deciding not to act. We swept right past

eachother as if we never knew eachother at all and that was

that. ♦