Sunday, June 06, 2004
That Terrible Epiphany
'Do I dare tell of that last encounter? god, I don't know. Sitting here now, still at this kitchen table, still where I have been since dusk, my mind is raped by indecent thoughts. But are they really indecent? Or am I only not accustom to them. Perhaps it is too soon to write. The taste of the words are still bitter on my tongue, the smoke from his cigarette still lingers in the air. I must rest. Or at least try to rest. Try, but how can one sleep up-side-down? Will not the blood rush to my head, bringing forth its new born army of temptations, each more blushing then the last? Oh, how my mind pulses. I truly do not dare speak of this yet. The bread must cool before I break it.'
Such were his thoughts. From the kitchen he rose from his chair and walked, slowly, to his bedroom, where he lay down to sleep. I won't betray his confidence further with only this exception; that none of it mattered in the least.
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