Thursday, February 10, 2011

Again - again, again.

I see her. Again - again, again.

I saw her in my last life - then again, in my new one - my less vermiform one. But now, again - of all the places, the times - the quantum fluctuations - there she is. I thought she would just disappear to the recesses of my memory. Apparently glass shards are not so easily forgotten.

I really wish they were.