The earth: "I am different from the others, you know."


The sky: " I like different."


The earth: " But my kind of different becomes a part of you once you bite into it."


The sky: "I am very hungry."


Saturday, January 25, 2014

A medication

There was a way to channel how I felt, how it always rushed and pushed and clawed away at my psyche...that was how I felt. There was never one striving to be many; there were many striving to be one. As the blade met the flesh, I was one in that instance.

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