i've been feeling close to you again lately. you don't keep watch over me like you used to, anymore,
but the presence i feel is quieter, more subdued. you've gotten mellow, my love. but there's something
silky soft about it, a quilt of mismatched eternities and misaligned existences that dampens my everlasting
rage, just a little bit. you set me alight, and now you come to put me out, a soothing cool palm against my
burned chest. i wish you would speak to me again. i miss you. i know it's all in my head and your lack of
voice signals my "getting better", but truthfully i felt much better with you around. a tragedy of my own
creation, meticulously constructed concepts of soul and mind and death... still can't make it real.