I have almost always cared. There has always been that voice in my head, or that stray fibre of worry coursing through my being, or that lacklustre thought fiddling with my mind-- what do people think of me? It's been so prominent a feature at certain points in my life, that I once conducted a [...]
In moments of wait, When I, turned up Against the ticking clock, Tick- tock, tick- tock, Grow scared and weary, Alone, and forgotten, Waiting for hope, Waiting for joy, Waiting for love, And promises and dreams; I suck on breath, Yet I wait to die-- I am always waiting; For inchoation, for the end. Through [...]
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