
Light - kosmic'95
December 29th. Last release of the new year.

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She said it. She said every word. Every chance she got, she threw me
down, and stomped on me. "But it's your fault."

Everything I tried, failed. I made peace with myself, and indulged in
the process of reconstruction, but I was alone. My task was set before
me, I did not succeed. "It's all mine."

All of it, the smells, the sights, the sounds. They get to me. It's
funny how that happens sometimes. It just does. You can't see it coming.
You don't even have the slightest clue. "I did this."

You know, She didn't have to treat me so unkindly. I never did anything
to deserve the punishment I have recieved. I feel like a duck, in a pond
in the middle of a desert. No where to go. "I deserve this."

For all the times I tried to reconcile, I was deprived of the happiness
I was craving. I never got it, I never will. Does she care?

"It's all my fault."
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I hope she treats me better.

email me, for purposes unknown, at light@intex.net
#trax Occasionally. Never bitter, Always in great taste.
