Alterwriter

Dearest Alistair, A new life dawns on a new day.  I sit here with the clear understanding that while I learned quite a bit from my past lives, beyond the lessons learned, they are of little importance to me.  I've learned to stop trying to remember and just live, truly live. Fantasy stops preceding reality when reality becomes the stuff of dreams. I feel as though I've finally awoken from a long and horrible nightmare, and here you are holding me, reminding me that I'm safe, that everything's going to be okay. You've renewed my faith in life and my belief in the possibility of miraculous things happening.  You walking into my life seems t

Tovarish, i wonder what it's like for you Out there somewhere, alone Not unlike this lonesome nymph You've cut yourself off again You're determined to walk away And yet, something holds you back Is it a sense of responsibility? Or something more you have yet To fully acknowledge? i sit here alone, listening to the hum Of these strange electronics Missing nights of utter silence Except the sounds of breath And the crickets outside Missing the old world The world we've left behind And missing also a home That will forever be etched In a secret place in my heart What i miss most is the voice That spoke in old ways Of old th

To the person who never reads these, As days go by, i miss you less because of what you became, and more because of simply who you are. i still hold to the addage, "You never know someone until you live with them."  This predicament... two weeks is too long.  i feel like i am going insane and can't tell anyone.  i've tried to talk to people about it, but i can't seem to let it all out at once, and it keeps building up and shaking me to the core because the aggravations aren't just becoming apparent in my behavior where my mask is starting to crack, no... i'm having bad headaches, my acne's gotten so much worse, and i can barely eat.  You, o