#11: Guilt July

- "You're still here." - "No, I'm not. The once in a blue moon is approaching, my human", you whispered one night to me, with a bit too laid-back intensity, "I'll welcome it without fright. I'll slip slowly into the breathless, the nothingness you'll sure envy me for, let meagre realities from my tired eyes fall, my mind will stop banging every few hours against the white balcony wall." - “But no, baby, that was not the plan! We were suppose to conquer all lands of art loving men! You can not leave me here with guts in my throat, with guilt as my pillow. I'll be forever weeping like a wounded willow." The words did not find listening ears and I watch you fading away in that...View all