Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

La Tristesse It does come in waves, the sadness. Mostly it's regret at such a clean break, at how more painful it could have been. Should have been? Once the hysteria and tears have died down, there is little left. I feel empty, slightly dazed. Maybe I should be clawing at the walls until my nails break and my fingers bleed, shouldbe tearing at my hair. Anything other than this quiet, suffocating calm. The pain still sits, a lead weight in my stomach, but it doesn't gnaw at me. I feel calm, resigned. The calm before the storm? I want myself back. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower