dolorous interludes.

abyss of disenchantment.

the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good,
and thanks to that artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

What if enduring the present necessitates jolting the awful past and forgetting the wonderful? I could never do that, and that is why i never once understood the aphorism once bitten twice shy. and so i ask myself every now and then how i could have nurtured such a chimera in my heart with such ferocity, only to be later appalled by my foolishness upon the realisation of an elusive love, on the part of the other person anyway.

posted by voyeur @ 9/26/2005 06:17:00 PM