16 December 2012
Seeping out the impurities of life. Well, my life.
Writhing in a suffocating disfiguration of features.
All they want is for me to know that they are there.
Waiting. Such clandestine. Such timidness. Such fault. As small as it may be.
They are the shadows that I can never see. The ones that always trail behind and never catch up to the front.
Everything is always one day. One day I will fight you.
Shadows • Opuss № I