Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life,
or whether that station will be held by anybody else,
these pages must show.
-Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
Thursday, November 19, 2009
envelop, not release
pain resounds in the melody of the warmth unfelt though I recall what never was while these daggers explore my mind to find silhouettes of an abstraction that spoke of in∞finity, or an abyss of affection.