Thursday, December 01, 2005

In my heart, I believe Dennis is dead.

I don’t know why I believe this. I don’t even know why I still think about him. After all, it was so long ago. Maybe it’s the time of year. Christmas is always such a bitter season and thoughts of lovers from long ago make it even more so.

Journaling. That’s what my therapist told me to try. It still seems silly to me to write down my thoughts. Writing things down doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t make the world any brighter. It doesn’t bring dead lovers back from the grave.

Dennis is dead.

I know it.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

tears from the sun