I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.
... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.
Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.
I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.