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sometimes only the clearest thoughts come from the most muddled moments. when you've spent all of the money you didn't have on new lingerie and you know that what you're going to do is get into bed after too many drinks, drunk and ostensibly alone. when you can't shake that unsteady feeling that what you thought wasn't at all grounded in reality. it's these moments that create the most doubt. that make you take your head and shake -- if it weren't for the cold hard quantities of alcohol and lack of sleep rendering you incapable of any quick movement. erasing the whole elaborate mirage that imagines you as imogen at all. because what is that, anyway? almost the same as simply an image at all. a rendering in the mind of what might almost be real if ever you believed in it. but it's the believing that seems most problematic. it's the tangibility of the thing that seems, as the days pass by, to be the most telling -- that seems to be the most possible thread of evidence to attest to the mirage at which we met and will forever remain.

a thought. threadbare and now ridiculous in the consequence of fruition.
i will always ever remain for you merely this.
words against a screen. faded images for which you no longer request or desire any more intent. and it seems fitting in some strange universe such as this to think that i should not ever have been anything more.
a fool, only, would have considered it otherwise.

yours and forever--

imogen.