Goodbye Tomorrow
“I have so much to say to you that l am afraid I shall tell you nothing.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky
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I have lingered too long at the edge of these words. They hover just beyond the stroke of my pen, dissolving before they take shape, blurring beneath my thumb before I can type. I have always been a man of many words, but when it comes to you, language abandons me. My vocabulary collapses, vanishes like smoke at the mere thought of you. I cannot lie, nor can I conceal the fragile, fickle parts of myself that falter in your presence. Once, I believed you were my saving grace—my first real friend, my first true love. Through your gaze, I felt the world turn its face toward me at last, as if a single spotlight had burned through the greys and haze that had defined my life until then.
