The qualia that quails of my qualm. An articulation of acknowledgement, to call out my name, was all I requested of you. Your silence and my shadow sang their sweet sentiments, and I felt the cold caress of sadness on my cheek… what curious bedfellows our spirits entertain… alchemical transmutation of sensuous strangers and forsaken folk.
K. – random nobody, mmmother.com
Cristian – WordPress blog star. CristianMihai.net
It’s all in my head. I’d write stuff, and think he’d read it. But he never ever responded with a K.
The above was only a comment I tried to leave on one of his most recent posts on one of his blogs. Don’t remember which one. It was just my “click and reply” bullshit.. I didn’t attempt to write I poem or beautiful prose, I just felt so sad and fucking sick of his absolute refusal to engage with me.
I decided to post it here just in case… before he gets to pretend that someone else wrote it.