>> monku #6

*eyes open up*

it’s morn i mourn time’s passing i recall the sadness that i felt when finally i saw it all for what it is a dream with no beginning but clearly about to come to its inevitable end. a swish, i shudder and recall how once the void inside was filled with something real – hope love or may be merely lust… it doesn’t matter now it’s been too long, the fates grant me another glance a bemused chuckle and we all move on.