on the edge of it

yesterday. of that day there is not even a memory, but did i ever tell you how grateful i am that you ever existed? you do exist, or was it all a dream? there is no better delusion than my own! Technorati Tags: fluage

remember to forget

remember to forget and forget to remember, or how i forgot that i had remembered. archived. finished and over: complete. that is indeed one tall order of pure nonsense! between the lines of random poetry and pseudo rhyme, i find absolutely no good reason to any of this. not now anyhow. fluage remains my open letters to you only to say that there is nothing to say, and to let you know that all is alright although you have known that for quite a while now. thank you for being there, and for the experience of it all.