twistedboy

I've felt this way before, And though time has purged so much, I saw this fateful creature, Not a stranger to me, as such. And so I know the motions, My duty, as a friend, I know those powder footsteps, And how it is to end. Abrupt in its finale, But special nonetheless, A dignified surrender, And wishful thoughts...    (God bless)

I believe he may have visited me often in those days, though my memory is a little clouded.  With similar welcomes and polite remarks he would arrive in the most predictable manner, every time bearing a plate of delights to keep me well nourished.  And although the offerings would very in taste and amount, I was always thankful. I developed a special fondness for one particular type of treat:  a chocolate cube.  I adored it for its rich flavour and thick texture.  So obsessed was I with these cubes that I began to discard the other treats, leaving them outside for my good friend to take away and deliver to others (he had become quite busy an