Con Le Mie Lacrime

The last ten days: one blurry mess.
Everything started to cloud over and fade.
As the mist parts and spreads away, I feel as though I don't know what love is anymore. But on that night of commentary, laughs, and stylish 1920s prints, all was clear. The memories are all I can hold onto...
until even they begin to slither slither away.
He was right about slipperiness.