Sep 15
a young man of expressive frame within a box and dressed in black without a chance to be the same the wheels turn no turning back conceding to feel warmth once more approach reluctantly unfair beyond the safety of the door pretending they no longer care in loss oblique and force dramatic acting until pain is drowned repeating now on automatic silence lost nobody found ends now looping to beginning the blade is twisted and withdrawn to restart with no hope of winning chance regained despair reborn