Unsent
A messy start to an allegedly magnificent year.
Why am I always stuck in a perpetually paradoxical situation? I hate the connotation of anything remotely conventional or stereotypical, nor the futile effort of trying to prove otherwise.
My head hurts. My heart hurts. Every pore of my existence hurts. There is too much ambiguity in the present tense and I long for a moment, yes, just a moment of pure uncontaminated
Peace-
Like a giggle. Or a lollipop.
