Promies Expire. Perhaps, emotion as well with the departure of memory. I thought of nothing but the smile of that girl for quite some time and I'm almost certain I'll never see her again. The cruel fate of reality I suppose. I've thought of her less and less,almost not at all now, but completely. Is this an exaggeration? This is a state of mind, a sober one no less. One that won't truly allow someone to perceive their perception. I want out, but there's no other way besides moving forward. When a vessel continues, maybe they have to expire. What of the goodness of such an existance? what of the surreal? There are things I care for. There is no her. Not yet. I'm no pessimist, but there may never be. I don't recall dreams often enough and if I do I don't remember knowing. Thought is never endless, only in motion. Why does the abrupt seem like forever ago? I am here.
GNIHTON SNAEM SIHT.
P.S. Watch the film Vanilla Sky. I feel that is an excellent presentation of the will to never know.
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