You will taste like Valentine's.

I was going to post again. But I ran out of words. I felt a wave of sadness. And I don't know what it was. My eyelids are heavier now. What would the world be like if there were no words? If there were only sounds? We wouldn't feel anything. We would all be numb. But now it feels like it's so quiet. Like everything has to be muted. I can't say a word. But it doesn't matter anyway. I'm just losing my patience with it all.

I know they say time heals. But you know what else it does? It tears you apart. It hurts before it gets better. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. But what happens when it's not you? When you're not the victim? When you're just the innocent bystander being held as a witness? You can't protect anyone, that's for sure. You have to watch it all unfold. You just have to watch. And wait. You can't make anything happen. Being the bystander makes you powerless.

I saw the sun set tonight. I watched the world crawl back into its shell. I watched all the people scatter back to their homes. I was right there with them. Powerless, but lost in the strange, hypnotic beauty of a glowing red horizon, black velvet sky, and a river of blood red taillights.

There is something so disturbingly attractive about Marilyn Manson in the "Putting Holes in Happiness" video. And I want another shirt.