real_4 aM i DiStUrBeD? Was ‘4 real’ still etched in his skin somewhere? Was he still standing for everything he knew? Was it again all too real? Did I need reminding of myself? My soul? Did he still remember the equation of the past? Did he remember how to make it seem real? Was the façade that he built against the world still strong? Did he have the combination at hand? And is it again, deemed, shut up forever? He knows how to deal with things, right? And I know that he can fight his own battles, but, can he still? I thought he could fight my battles for me, but I can fight them myself, cant I? I think for a while at least. And can time strike twice? Take hold of his mind the way in which it did the last time, and change him? Change him back? Can he still wage that kind of war that he only knew how? With the same vengeance? Is his everlasting image and ability dented, beyond recognition? Can he pick himself up again? Can he aspire to be who he was? Can he ever be who he was? Does he still remember me? Or has he at last given up, on both me and himself. What about his life? Did it have to break? Could he not hold on a little longer? Maybe he would have won, won himself? He could have fought back again and again, couldn’t he? He could have made those tiny steps into great strides, couldn’t he? He could have won, with my help. He would have adhered to his task, with my help. But I wasn’t there, and this is only a figment of my imagination. Isn’t it? 041028 what's it to you? who go blather from