breaking_open Death of a Rose the curtains once_again, watching the shadows play against my candle, lit only before dawn. it's coming up and i'm preparing for it, believe me like your tide splashing useless in the hermitically sealed bag. carry that sunlight with your courteous followers, let them dip and sway without the shade to guide them, mindless puppetry inacting small wants. poetry gone dark or just encapsulated. where_is_my_mind . 130315 ... FA113N I am breaking open my chest, and things are pitying out. How can I sift this? The problem with being open is that you let it all out, you can't pick and choose. And will the person you're pouring yourself out to take the good with the bad? 130317 ... Ouroboros disappointment 130319 what's it to you? who go blather from