The Death of a Maple Bar

darkness

Where is that gentle euphoria and sense that all was right with the world when I saw the older foreign couple holding hands as they left dairy queen today after sharing ice cream with each other? Everything was beautiful because they loved each other. But now that assurance that there is inherent goodness within mankind has vanished. The world is hollow and empty, a papier-mâché tomb. Is it just because there’s no one here holding my hand? Or is it more than that? Is it because none of this exists? I’m just making believe that beautiful things are real? Where am I? Where is my cold stone heart? Sinking to the bottom of the deep abyss.

2:44 AM - Jul. 20, 2006 - post comment

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umm... this is about the seventieth time i've changed this blog. I'm not going to write anything consistently real in here, because i don't feel like it. So some stuff might be random, weird, and perhaps fictional.

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