Light At The End

April 16, 2010
For I, a less pessimistic soul hath just discovered peace in a beautifully ugly soul mortal.
Laughter echoed…no…it filled through the empty fractions of my heart…my existence.
I do not, for any circumstances, utter the word love.
For my love belongs to one… whose name, if mentioned, burns my pharynx.
But still I’ve become optimistic and for the first time in my existence I haven’t planned the future of a passing bystander.
Even though the time’s been but only two hours, my utterly atrocious view on life suddenly stops and the pain I continue to endure, calms within an instant…
It’s weird what one phone call can change…

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