x-posted as a comment in prompt_a_day

Past the point of pain I continue my trek, each passing second takingmore effort from my broken body. I know I cannot withstand. It is onlya dream, a fantasy that I will learn to love again. with these imagescome the memories, memories of pain that used to not exist. I cannot love again, nor seek a lover in someone I know well. All that has beenhas calloused my heart, all that is yet to be has been purged from myfuture. It is just a phantom now, a phantom of the young lad I used tobe.

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Happy birthday to asahoshi. Hope it's a good one. Looking forward to seeing you @ Consonance, if you can make it.