6 December 2012
Why am I here? The words travel in and out of my mind. They do not bound me, they do not punish me, nor kill me.
The softness, the firmness, the sadness. I have caused pain to many, but they do not matter to me any more as I sit here. So soft, so firm, so safe.
They think i am lost, and trapped, but what im actualy am... Is free.
The Softness Of Insanity • Opuss № I