#639
20120319 @ Monday, March 19, 2012
Someday no one will remember that I ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I do. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing. Left not even with a ghost, but with its shadow. In the beginning, he had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, he was slipping away, falling apart in my memory, and everyone else's. Dying again.
Perhaps it is all my fault. Maybe I loved too much. Maybe I prayed too hard.
Monday, March 19, 2012
The painful moment when you finish a great book and you hug it and you cry
and then you look around
and all these people continue living as if nothing happens
as if you didn't just got murdered by a book
and you can't comprehend
and you feel like screaming "I JUST DIED! I JUST DIED, YOU IDIOTS!"
and crawl into a hole
and stay there
because you can no longer feel anything else other than pain
agony
depression
as if you can never be happy again
like you just had an encounter with the Dementors
and barely escaped with your soul.