something different to elevate the size and shape of the matter.
letters in the mail from san francisco. she drew a maze and the respective shapes, outlets & dead ends, seized to move and travel... gathering all the clues.
boxes of love & sex.
she can't get in.
the flooding of courage,
so i think about this and how i have become so overly consumed with myself that it is sickening. but that is the name of the game. single in the whirl wind of technology.
so i scream in rage and anger, tearing down the pictures on the walls.
he will never see me the same way again.
i've never seen her.
but i've heard she's insane.