Thinking of You

May 28, 2010

And the hours, in all their lethargy, converge and seep into his head, forming an ache to splinter the hemispheres of his brain. Soon the room will be cluttered with gray matter smithereens. Among the pieces littering the floor will be a heart-shaped fragment with her name imprinted on it.

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