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| Dear Apathy, I have once been requited. I fear it will happen again, so I invite you into my heart. If ever there were time enough for you to join me, grant it now. You haven�t always been so fickle minded. Once you spoke to me with sympathy. I believed you, and still do. Those words are just remnant, but perhaps I�m wrong. Is it true what they say, �What is lost can�t be saved�? Now is the time; not once again will my thoughts be recoiled. I render. I beg of you to resolve my heart. Surely you see me as petulant, but you seem like a phantasm. Please come to see me. My pompous heart can hold no more disappointment. RSVP Naively yours |