Diary of a Madman – Part 1: The Prison

The Prison
I remember the time, though not well.
You came, sought me out, why I still don’t know.
What indeed interested you?
Perhaps I will never know.
My thoughts allow me no such escape.
Yet together, we have escaped the impossible.
We began with that pattern, and so it has continued.
Yet looking back, you always knew didn’t you?
Nothing was impossible with you.

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