I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.