There are no words in my mouth. They flew into my inner brain, craving for some distant image. They came back to me in the form of a dark forest, the lonely kind. There was no one there, just me and my heavy breathing. How could I not see the crippled me in the mirror? That’s why I deserve being in this dark cold forest. No kindness in my heart makes an ugly image of me. I’d rather you not look at me in the eyes and see the real deformity in my marrow. Friend, death, there is no God.
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