March 2011
1 post
A tremulous tumble through thoughts hidden, a ceaseless reflection on nothing but the stale self. “Show me your self” they say, “Show me your self”. To explode would be too easy, to let loose all those bits and pieces, to drown them all with such gruesome revelations. The worst is yet to be realized, the worst is that they cannot drown. They have no lungs to breath with,...
