I am a museum of past affection. A wax museum in the sun. The byproduct of all the repetition, resentment, reworking of the past, both mine and those of the ones I love. A victim of expectation, standards, circumstances, and my own excesses.
Some days.
I am not a hero, possess no fortune, haven’t changed the course of mankind in any way. I am unaware of any whose life has been permanently altered by knowing me, and for the most part I know nothing about their lives today. On the other hand, I am no serial killer, thief, dictator , malingerer, or miscreant. I am not in jail or institution. Some were sure I would be. I am not dead. Bets were surely placed on how long I'd last. Mine is a story the world could probably do without, but for me, it is one that must be told.
“Sine amore, nihil sum”. Without Love I am Nothing.
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