16 April 2012
Do you ever stop and find yourself talking to a person. Not even sure how you got to that point? It's like showering fully clothed.The water hitting your skin. Hidden between layers of fabric. In that same instant you make eye contact and they disassemble every aspect of your being. They breathe life into you only long enough to leave you stranded with a thousand vultures picking at your flesh. They want to know what makes you tic. Boom. Boom. Then you break. They trace every contour of your face as if it were a map and they made you think about your destination. Who you are. Where you have been. Where you are going. They make you vulnerable to the point in which you go mad?
Self-discovery • Opuss № I