I think about you sometimes, but these times are times when I am not thinking, or at least I am not right in the head. I cannot remember the last time I was right in the head. I never learned the difference between not right and not wrong. It only exists when I am not thinking about you, which is most of the time. I can still remember how your hands felt on my face when you would try to caress it…rough…scratchy…There was nothing soft about you, concrete with a heartbeat…somewhat. I forgot to tell you…one last thing…you can go fuck yourself.
One Last Thing…
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G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
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