Frozen. Fear gripping every word, every letter. Thoughts censored even before they are. Can I write this? Will that be the end? Will this disappear even before I get a chance to let the thoughts sit?
Ready to blow with thoughts that don't exist. How can they exist? The moment I let them out is the moment they cease being. Or is it the other way around. The very fact that I kept them locked up is the reason they.....float away?
No ripped.
Ripped from the very fabric of reality.
But I remember. I can still see it like it was yesterday.
If I can trust my thoughts.
Which she has made me question more than a few times. But she can't silence me anymore. She can't make me think that I am crazy. I remember. I remember even if she has forgotten.
But can I trust my memories.
More than that can I trust the ink that they are written with. The ink which has betrayed me day after day. Damn you ink. I thought that we were lovers. Dancing intimately letter by letter. Through our love making words that would last. Lovely words which would carry on our name. But you betray me, just like her. Do you lover her more than me?
But alas, I have taken you captive one last time. I will make sweet love to you. Holding you, caressing you. We will recreate the words that the two of you have secretly stolen. I will expose your infidelity. We will write the truth even if it is the death of you.
I remember.
I remember.
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