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so I am single again, and I just realized how weird I sound when I mention the fact that I love the smell and taste of blood and the smell of things burning.
interestingly enough however it was nice to know that there is still someone to confide in. someone who, if she truly wants to, will be able to see the things that no one else can.
last night I mentioned my dream about a train that runs yet goes nowhere, I wanted to look into her eyes and see if she truly believed that we would last as a couple. I had my answer, so even this day doesn't seem like much of a shock.

it is a common theme I tend to hear, there is no spark between us, I guess sparks don't fly when you try to relight ash. it is kind of harsh to refer to myself as a burnout, but by almost all definitions I am one, and to top it all off, I can't kiss right.

whatever is common to feel after a breakup I fear I don't feel either so to the protaginist of this story, don't feel guilty we both have lives ahead of us, and with the lines as blured as they are now, I venture to say, they shall both be explosive. ^^