They've come into my life and spent several fiery days or maybe even weeks but soon our attachment burned out and they existed through the smoth smoldering into the graying out past. I seem to have had many people like this in my. College seemed to be the time when I met these searching souls most while on my own search. I've thought of them lately. They seemed so very important at the time. We'd enjoyed great revelations together. We'd felt the earth move for precious moments at a time and now I don't even know where they are or if they are still alive. This is not to say that I want to go back, dig up, relive. Yet these people have faded into the realm of shades and for that reason, they haunt me like questions that won't stop asking—question marks blotted on the brain. To them, I have to say: "Why have me go back again and again? Answer me that, and only then will I answer your questions. And becuase you won't, I get to enjoy the freedom of asking you back, again, and again, and again. Hah!"
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