The past seems to refuse to die in me +

As im about to walk into a past long before he came along, im going with mixed feelings. Masochistic? Or maybe this time, the roles will change. Ready or not, its the territory i badly need to return to. Not sure what ill find there. People from the past, each street a memory...each body, each loving eyes starring back at me...Maybe in that moment ill forget you for a while.

Uncertain of which Gitx will manifest itself. Certainly a more mature version of me....but hungry...hungry as ever.

I smile, i joke..but i cry inside. I really do.
Just write that damn letter, Margit
(How could a + turn into a -?)