You know how the cold steel carves into your heart. You know, I've seen your mangled soul. Trembling from toes to tip of the nose, you are the shell left after the monster scooped out your capacity to trust. Even your own thoughts lose their credibility in your eyes stripped of their shining filter. Everything is cardboard, false fronts, thin, crushable. You know that I know that the only thing either of us knows is that nothing can be known. We float in groundless space. We watch our bloody wounds drip into infinite abyss. The others, they are still living on islands of imagination. Would you give up your wisdom to heal? Would you re-smother yourself in innocence?
... so yeah, there's a brief poetical description of what's happened to me in the past year and a half.
Check out my new story, "Sylvia and Alexander," listed under "pages" on this blog. I'm really proud of it.
Check out my new story, "Sylvia and Alexander," listed under "pages" on this blog. I'm really proud of it.
