26 June, 2012

Slipped

Honestly, I did not know Kassandra, but I certainly noticed her. The dark-haired; full-pouty crimsoned lips; and sultry enough to melt the color from canvas. Never once had the courage to utter even a word to her, but I definitely appreciated her artistic talents. Funny that I have been down a similar path several times, yet, cannot fully understand the finality of someone's choice when the results are so complete. I do know, you don't lose perspective of what you are doing or that people will be affected - if's how they are affected where your story has gone completely awry. The only relief is your own. Beauty alone cannot save a soul...
I've nearly no time to write this afternoon, needing to get back to work. I always get in this funk around quarter-end... knowing that my fragile social life is choked and closeted for 2 weeks. That delicate bond I have with some slips quietly away, and I must start rebuilding anew. That is where the sadness, self-destruction, and self-loathing fills a void...
The one thing lately that I'm not able to get used to... having someone not only concerned, but also caring and thinking about me consistently. Somehow it becomes an awareness that creeps into your brain and perches itself on every branch of thought you dare venture to test it's fetid core.
But I must close, with empty assurances to write again soon...