12 June 2012
This is a disease. A disease I will not get. I refuse to become entangled in the mess. This heart it worries, but releases no emotion. The crowd it beckons, though respond I do not.
The smiles are scarce, forever this will be. This mind has melted, been cursed and has frayed. For a time I lingered. Surrounded by a stateless and isolated, entity. Happiness is earned, and earn it I shall. I will be strong.
This is a disease, and I am the cure.
As promised.. • Opuss № I