It Is Gray And Overcast….when I Think Of My Life, All That Which Has Passed…it Seems Like A Bad Dream…..its

it is gray and overcast….when i think of my life, all that which has passed…it seems like a bad dream…..its substance withers by the day….images, some vivid, some faded, some distorted….old songs, dead pets….the figures of my parents rendered almost meaningless….there is only this moment, this awful standstill….but the notion of death offers no comfort to me….

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