2 December 2012
like a milk bottle, i am always around, but my absecence is not missed unless you would have something from me.
now i have have poured out my hearts contents. I, easy to see though, inanimate and devoid of interest; am no stained glass window.
Put out for recycling to sit in the cold that chills my cracked body your doorstep is as close as i'll get where i wait to be claimed.
Empty Vessel • Opuss № I