Monday, August 12, 2013

Is this my nightmare or is it yours, dear?

“I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
"You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Long silences
blank staring eyes
moments of lashing out in anger

Lost in a sea of jumbled memories
  words floating to the top of the sea foam as he tries to tell me something from the heart. His memories are     shifting and resurfacing. His face grimaces as he tries to tell me... something...

Day after day he dies a little more.

I don't know how I am supposed to feel. I have jumped off a cliff and have no where to land. I remember the day when I had to decide on a daily basis whether or not to continue to love you. It is so much easier to be angry for your transgressions in our marriage. Now I reflect back and wonder if it was the disease. Dare I hope it wasn't my flaws you were seeking to escape from. Were you running for your life?

It's almost like the days of the past were just a vivid waking dream. The only question I have is is this your nightmare or is it mine? There's a black hole centered in my soul where time slips simply into a blur.

We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind. ~Eric Hoffer

“A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?"
"Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

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