my dearest friend
July 15, 2010
For hours, though it seemed like days, I led him to the far reaches of my imagination. I made sure it was a place that not even a single soul or thought would ever come across, not even by chance. We ventured deep into the woods of forbidden wisdom, where the fruits that bore the knowledge of the gods grew in abundance on grounds sustained by sin. The canopy so thick that it was seldom that light managed to puncture through the leaves and illuminate the passage, but we kept on. We crossed bridges of denial over creeks and rivers which flowed with regret and housed the spawning pools of remorse… but we finally made it. It was here that I stood above him, or at least what remained visible to my eyes. As I released the last bit of earthen sentiment from my grasp over his remains I remember thinking to myself, “Sympathy, my old friend… may you rest in peace.”
