When the hunter stops he becomes the hunted

[jack_babalon]

I forget sometimes. Y'know, that we're just friends now. Three years and in the end "Love" was just another habit, another convenience not thought of until it's loss. I've also forgotten the stages. Denial:"She'll be back", Anger:"That fuckin' bitch", bargaining:"Pleeaaase I'll change baby I mean it this time" more anger:(punches walls until knuckles bleed down the cracked plaster). Then one morning you wake up disconnected. Empty. No longer pissed or crying or screaming or brooding. It's all gone. Just the routines remain. The alarm clock and the shower,the first morning piss waiting for the first morning hardon to subside, brushing your teeth with some strange guy in the mirror. Your room, your clothes, your home all have a vague familiarity, like trying to remember a dream, you recognize some of the details as belonging to a different life, and you don't know what to do, so your soul shrugs, and the brain turns itself off, and off to work,where you pray they can at least keep you busy enough to keep from thinking of anything else. At night you drink, to keep the cold out of your mood, to keep your courage up, to keep the wolves out of your head for a few minutes, and when you drink you can even fake a smile. That's all you need to do. Don't stop. Take the pain. Do the best you can.
"When the hunter stops he becomes the hunted.
Then why stop?"-DIJ,Lifebooks