I have been slightly unhinged   as if a door willingly separating from the bolts for an illusion of freedom, only to end up in the verandah, rotting under July sun.   as if the itches on my arm are acts of protest against a brain which simply wants to get rid of all my…

a study in selfishness. a lesson in understanding the reasons behind it. one must first learn the act of dissolving within all that currently limits you the math problem you trace back to your insomnia, the pineapples you cut through but can’t even swallow, another lover trying to escape when you’ve been too tired to…