a hymn of history passes across the table in a stream of light from an overhead fluorescent. in a year lives have changed, but it's all irrelevant now. you remind me of a dead duck lying before me on a table. it's feathers and eyes were so beautiful, that i couldn't let it leave my life. but after many rotting months, it's beauty has faded, and i think it's time for me to throw it out. accept the life i had with it, but it was destined to terminate. realization is a wonderful thing, but accepting is an issue of it''s own.
its hard to say goodbye, especially when you know that a hello will never be the same.
