13 April 2012
Your always there, waiting watching for the perfect moment to strike.
What is it your waiting for? A moment of weakness, a moment of joy? In the end it doesn't matter because you strike with such seemingly intentional precision that it blindsides me.
Is this why we teach ourselves not to feel? So that when you come we remain can remain stoic and numb to your attacks?
I don't want to know the unknown and I would rather it not know me!
The Unknown • Opuss № I