he's back.
It's as if I've been dedicating my time building empires --
border defence, heavy artilery, high-maintainance cavalry, skilled mercenaries --
only to see it crumble before my very own eyes.
Seems I've forgotten a small, yet vital detail:
my three months work was made of feathery substance.
And he came huffing and puffing and blew it all.
My unpenetrable barrier was sweeped into dust by a single butterfly beat.
I couldn't believe it either, but there I stood, naked in front of him, with no rag to cover my feelings. Like a mirror I showed him The Why, The When and The How...
I can only wait, wonder and keep my head up.
I'm still powerless in front of him, despite the fact that some days I don't give a single fuck, and some days I'd like to kick the metatarsal dust out of him. Faced with reality I am so damn weak.
But at least that's the proof I'm mere human. Which is what matters most.
I've missed you.
I've missed you apocalyptically.