Sunday 19 July 2009

the peculiar way in which pain is worse when you're being stood up by someone you shouldn't be longing to see anyway.
the way in which despair seeps into the cracks in your conciousness, crackling like water over ice.

I am an interesting experiment.
Life is the toddler, I am the unfortunate arthropod, and I'm running out of limbs.

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