Blood on my feet as I walk away.
Apparently I’m going to go see the vampire Sunday morning.
It will be awkward and strange. It won’t feel right seeing him in the daytime. When we only spent time together at night it helped keep up the disillusionment he created.
I realize I don’t write as much as I used to anywhere right now because I simply don’t want to remember this time of my life.
I suppose it’s all part of a bigger plan…but I’m not sure I’m that interested in reaching the end.
