A reversal of the poles has left my feet grounded when they should be walking on the sky. I see that look in her eyes that tells me she knows, but I cannot be sure for there is much that I myself did not know. Together we have lived in an insane world and at the end of another frayed end I have come to realize a cycle that we keep recycling. He is said to be guilty of the “Mona Lisa Disease”. Some cannot find sexual pleasure unless it is sinful, out of the ordinary, or just plain sick. She told me that sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and find him sitting down by her bed watching her sleep. She said she could see “that look” in his eye before he made excuses like he was just looking for his cigarettes before dismissing himself from the room. I am still coming to terms with the “dreaded past”, but I know what I will never do. There is an unspoken bond that lies between us, and with this bond we have taken an unspoken oath of silence.
June 1, 2000 (12:00 am)