feels good to feel this empty.
she hasn't been here in a long time. she's been
she's been with her. and that makes her different
made. made her different.
now she's not sure who she is. an other. someone referred to in the past tense.
someone referred to less and less often, until the stories aren't relevant.
until she's gone. not even the memory remains.
long ago and far away. they were sisters. she thought. she thought the wurd "friend"
didn't cover it.
wouldn't do justice to their bond.
the sex was never that good. the physical aspect to placate. she didn't mean it.
she wanted to help her of course. of course! she knew she could open her eyes.
let her see herself the way she never had before. let her in on the secret of
she loved her for who she was. then. at that point. in that time. in that life.
the sex ended and they were sisters. lovers of a different kind.
exploring. musick life ego scene thoughts ideas gods fashion lust drugs unity pain
ink eviction laughter death the other side of tomorrow. and love.
where did it end? looking back she couldn't see the end. a destination wasn't clear.
no fork in the road. no u turn. no turning back.
just fog. soft fog. swirling like the stories that are no longer important. the
that she's now on the outside of.
the fog ascends and she's on the other side. somewhere.
she's moving on. and so it is. so it must be.
growing out of a friendship is not art. losing her sister to the
to the hollow part that once was
she doesn't have her anymore
but she is not alone