I know it’s been
a while since I last wrote an entry but I needed time to think and I wasn’t
ready to let go of what I was feeling. It’s been a month since I saw Ms.
Epiphany. I still don’t know her name. As-a-matter-of-fact, I’ll not act as if
I actually care. I just call the child “Epiphany.” As-a-matter-of-fact, her
father doesn’t even know I know she exists. No one knows that I know she
exists. I didn’t even kick him out. Ironically now I’m on the couch and he’s in
there on our bed. Doing what? – I don’t know nor do I care. As-a-matter-of-fact, after I saw that
picture I went back to bed. Tears silent to my skin. I’m tired of tasting the
salt of it in my mouth but I held no reaction to it. I just swallowed and
remembered to breathe every now and then. I just sat up against the head of the
bed, back on pillow, staring out into space absorbing the shock. My visitor,
Disbelief, was my company once again. And every now and then, Pathetic would
join us. Anger wanted to come too but I thought it would have been too crowded
and then the raging noise inside of my head would have leaked out and awoken my
distasteful paramour. So I did nothing.
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