THE BLOG - evil miracles

it will be easy to forget our walk through the foggy night, and I will feel nothing. no thoughts cross my mind, and it seems my voice hails from the bottom of an abyss. her voice and her touch travel to me as if through a thick haze and great distance. we speak words that have meaning, and words that are lies. we lie in the darkness and try to find some way to cope with what we are. I fall asleep and dream of places above the clouds, where one can see the paths of events. vertiginous probability trance tells me of roads we would walk and the terrible sadness at the end of each. I have no clue how to solve her labyrinths and magnets and fountains of fire. I have no clue.