I'm sinking slowly back into the quagmire of my past life. Even now, I hide behind words to cover the grim reality of it. Immoralities, obscenities and self-righteous impertinence. The haunts that we frequented either precious morsels or the bane of my being. Only one or the other, never both or neither. Unlit rooms with undusted chairs. Empty houses smelling of rot and decay. Unswept halls and old worn-out buses, witnesses to secrets and lost innocence. Trifles fought over, bled for and eventually surrendered to. Tiny things that never mattered yet made all the difference. I, myself, don't know why I gave in. Just goes to show, ignorance is pure bliss.