so just pull the trigger...

the dragon once told me, that love is like handing someone a loaded gun.... i believe him, this i know is the truth....

it is only a matter of time before someone ends up pulling the trigger, and then somebody gets hurt... realizing all that does not really matter anymore, not the sorrys or the "i didnt mean to hurt you". nothing really matters anymore, it is too late. because all the laughter and all the life is already slowly flowing out of the empty hole that was left, while laying paralyzed on the cold hard floor. begging desperately for nothing but the pain to stop, if only to breathe, but even just to take a breath of life tormentingly hurts anyway. lying in this small dark cabin, staring at the door wondering and hoping for the time to come when to be able to stand, and walk out into the light of the sun again...

a game of chance as such it were, with the perfectly fabulous gun you chose and loaded yourself.. for someone else to shoot you with anyway..... and you just had to come back, to make sure everything was taken care of, good and done...




... i'm sorry, you are dead to me now, my glyka.. as i left you cold and lifeless on the carpet floor of your place. just had to give you one last kiss and one last hug, then closed the door behind me, turned around and walked down the corridor, down the elevator, through the lobby and concierge, to the valet parking lot, and drove out of sofitel, out of your life forever....