Radio playing Never Tear Us Apart. Perfect. Song of ‘the kiss’. What is it about today that brings forth such brutal synchronicity? I have nothing to go on but apparent muscle memory... the scar in my soul is bleeding. Brain memory wise all I have is mist. I can’t even remember if what I seek is deliberately forgotten or suppressed. A part of me is fascinated and revels in life’s magic, albeit of the cruellest kinds. A part of me scoffs at its blatancy. A part of me suffers. Deeply. Drowsily. I’ll have to undergo this.


















