Friday, August 29, 2008

Time has told me nothing

Yesterday, on the 1 month (4 weeks) anniversary of his death, I went to Expirat, the last place both he and I were there.
Later in the night, I was dancing away by myself when a stranger came up to me with a concerned face and said,

'' Tu ai fost prietena lui Zinn?''

and I said nothing but nod. And he looked down, as if I was an abandoned puppy, and walked away without a word.

What hurt me wasn't the question, nor his manner,
it was the past tense he was using.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

my time has stopped. since his did.
it is a little difficult in finding meanings in things now. doing things, humoring people, for the sake of doing.
i really don't want to do anything. it's been 16 very difficult days.
i need space.