November 1, 2006
He is making light of dark memories. There is as an overtone of desperation in his laughter, and tears well in his eyes as he is consumed by his past, but he keeps a sharp smile that promises to cut deep if its sincerity is questioned. Inside he feels pity for himself, wanting to escape the ugliness of a tortured childhood. But he cannot forget who he is or what it has made him, and he knows that when everyone passes into slumber he will be left alone in the dark with himself, a manifested nightmare he will never forget.