What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you in And here we go.

Saw a girl today that looked like Mono, almost identical, felt like the world had slammed the brakes and screeched to a sudden halt, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, made me realize even the fading scar of the deep cut she made still aches a bit.
Next moment I realized how I unprepared I was to deal with it.
I keep hiding everything about her, my past in the fog hoping the fog never lifts, never go away.

It took so little for that fog to lift and the monsters to find me again.

Time to find distractions to keep me busy, must push rock over the hill, must do it again tomorrow.