Wow, what can i say? In 14-days you will die. Shocking, I know but hey it was inevitable. Feels good, eh? I don't know exactly how I will feel that day. Shocked. I guess. Relieved? Perhaps? In denial? What for?

Feels good to never have to hear your voice again. I must admit that sometimes I view old video tapes of you and remember the (good) times. No, no, no...nothing was ever good. Yea right, that's what jilted lovers always say.

Inspiration? Momentarily. I thank you for the burning desire in my soul (to change). Then again, that never belonged to you..it was there all along...

Ours was an exercise in determination (rather than self destruction).

When asked: do you love or hate? I can say neither. I just don't feel. I can, at times, smile sweetly when the momentary thought comes to mind but then again that's just a passing memory (far from the reality). Or perhaps my realities are my perceptions (more like it) and none of this really happened.

Sometimes I forget if you were ever real...or just another passing thought.

To feel, I have needs, to need I must feel. To live I must die.