Inamorato

I see him not, and yet I see him still.

He's out there, and though he's no longer wearing armour he's still a knight-a-shining. I have to believe he's out there somehow, the compliment to my dark mirror.

And I am mixing allegories with the best of them.

This will be my personal journal, for those thoughts too private to be shared by friends, yet less prosaic than written in my spiral-bound notebook.

I'm a bit worried I'm compartmentalizing myself, but there must be SOME outlet where I can vent my darker half. Or at least my more pathetic one.

Keep spinning, wheel.