legacies

i can't write anymore. everytime i do, i am reminded of your words, those words -- irresponsibly put together with such careless disregard for my feelings, with such little consideration for the consequences.

so much so that those nebulous feelings, those strange glimmers of sudden insight encoded to sight and sound, heart and soul... once mine and wholly mine alone... have chosen to recede into nothingless, corked and dammed before i could even begin to write them down, my own way.

such is the power of words to coax and condemn.

you should be feeling damn proud of yourself. you didn't know how much harm those pithy little gems did to me, did you?

well now you know. congratu-fuckin'-lations. you're poison - in equal measures, of something i actually loved and hate.