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Old friend

The feelings I have now are not new to me. They are not new to me in the sense that I have before experience  . . . loving someone who doesn’t love me. The pain is nothing new, the hope as futile as I know it is, is nothing new . . .
The heart ache is an old friend, but for some reason this time I cannot shake it off. I cannot shake him off. As always this once, only this once I wish  . . . I wish  . . . to be free of pain. And in the end beloved by the one I love.


The night out

I had a dream today about my friend Maria “la loca”, we were out partying like we used to do when I lived in Spain. And just today, after I woke up, she sent me a message when I hadn’t heard from her for a long time.


To the depts. below I stumble and fall,
To the endless abyss that they call eternity,
To the oblivion of the unremembered.

The unescapable fate of my own humanity haunts me,
The feared enemy has become an old friend,
In terror and ecstasy I submit to Death.

In death and oblivion, in the nothingness . . . Does it matter?