the_balloon one wrecked angle the fragile membrane of my heart is near capacity, the sadness presses ever outward, filled by a steady stream. fear gives the push some urgency; there's plenty of that to go around too. the strangest thing is that i imagine joy will be the tiny pin prick that sets the fatal explosion in motion, an unstoppable cascade that will consume all of me, leaving nothing but total ruin. *pop* 131013 what's it to you? who go blather from