i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms
As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.
too often, the only escape is sleep
I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.
this time has finished me.
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.