curse. promise.

it was cold outside, but not that cold that makes us with for a bed full of warm blankets. it was confortable, now that i think of it - you know when it's cold and you feel quite confortable in spite of it. anyway. it was cold, it was night, and i went out. the walls of my bedroom suddenly seemed to me too close, too tight, choking me. i went out, trying to find solace somewhere else. and a wasteland shaped like a dark garden, with its weathered benches, dying trees and mind-numbing silence seemed perfect.

and there i stood. for how long i cannot remember, but it must have been a while, having the intermitent street lights and the soft rustling of leaves as the only company. silently, i let my mind wander, and my eyes were locked into my bond tag. i removed it, and almost without thinking i inscribed something on its inner black surface with white wink. a curse. a promisse. in the end, nothing, for the writing vanished few days after.

i no long wear a bond tag, but i'm still as caged as i used to be. i know it still lies somewhere - and while the words i wrote vanished from its surface, they never vanished from my memory. a curse. a promise. in the end, nothing at all.