i am fearful that i have created an illusion so deep that i struggle to find my way out, i concern myself with communicating this to you. I step out, into the daylight where I again can see the horizon. when i am deep underground i will visit this place and perhaps then you will acknowledge that I do in fact exist. Untill then i will just trouble you.
those not so delicate strands have been severed,cut and pulled apart by our bare hands leaving us with nothing more to say. is it relief? this departure of souls, and I wonder is this for good or for evil. as i pull away i feel the tug of war, resistance to my own desire.
