November 8, 2006
I have wandered away from myself, chasing the silhouette of a girl only to have her shadowy elusiveness leave me with empty arms. She called my name and led me astray. Now I stand in this darkness alone, wondering how I could let myself be deceived. I smile bitterly as I reflect upon my naivety, feeling these jaded emotions for the first time. It is the fault in hunting the unattainable, and I have become my own victim. But all of this loss only makes me want her more, so the wounds will heal slowly as I wander back defeated.