i.I'm learning how to survive in the dark hours between 12 and 5 am,your pixelated remnants manage to seep deep into the darkest deepest cracks and crevices of my pre dawn thoughts and after midnight memories . An immaculate ending- a gorgeous disaster completely self made

ii. My voice faltered as your eyes clouded over- incapable of seeing and refusing to listen. The vision and ideal were shorn but the essence seemed to be preserved. But it was essential that I didn't cut corners; and so began the beginning of the end.

iii. I think it died three separate times, but this time there will be no resurrection.
The destiny of it all was written in the deception and governed by the webs of lies.
I do not blame you for that- it was all me. I will not pass my sins on to you, you have your own faults and demons to reckon with. What is reflected in those magnificent eyes is stronger than anything you've ever felt for me before- burning hatred and cold contempt.

iv. The thread of memories lacing my thoughts cannot be severed and references still have the tendency to slip off my tongue. It's been too long since the forced abandonment- inexcusable, but you never left. I want to hate you as you despise me, I cannot. Just an intimate stranger from a recent past, my former best friend.


v.I lack the energy and the system lacks the numbers to list all the mistakes. I don't care to immortalize them by characterizing the wrongs in ink. There is no apology, I cannot ask for forgiveness. So without saying sorry, accept these words for what they are and this piece for what it is- a testament.