The part formerly known as the latter.

Hercules got lost in the labryinth lookin’ for love.
And met the minotaur that would be his wife.
Find me alone and lead me to the end of this golden thread.
I fear escape because I’ve forgotten what the outside world holds.
What the outside world looks like through these oracular failures.
Deep sea blue, bordering on hazel.
Constantly giving away my worst intentions.
But I think I’ve always wanted you to find out.
I think I always planned for disappointment and letdown.
Of the most facetious kind.
Would it be a stretch to say I missed you?
I daresay it would.
I’m glad you’ve met a new and been on a date.
I’m still alone, but not lonely.
Not needing, and not necessary.
Thanks for being lost in the fleeting moments that my drug fueled mind has easily forgotten.
Or stored away for another day.
And another warning of mistakes I won’t soon make.

The part formerly known as the latter.

Evan McDonald

Joined October 2009

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