Tag Archives: about oneself

I know notthe dormant painburied deep withinthe baffled brain.Bewildered as it isin the nucleus,yet coated with ecstasyIsn’t that hilarious?Well I don’t recognisethis double-faced mind.Is it just me, oris it something darkly intertwined?To me it appearssimple just the way ice melts.What if it were a shadow,a silhouette or something else?Perhaps it’s just the lassitudewhich makes itContinue reading “Not my cup of tea”