epilogue

i don't remember so clearly now, why we got along so well. was it because you always made me laugh, or is it because you always made me cry? there is no longer any channel between us on which old dreams and desires float. our conversation, like the stream in drought, has gone dry.

"humans are animals of habit more than animals of instinct." there are days when i still look for you, but only out of habit. i am but a compulsive smoker, with you as my cigarette - toxic, carcinogenic, addictive. with the gift of shortlived joy you mask yourself. while it is you that burn, it is i that die.