pantin311214
Just a little note of convalescence to say that as I am looking closer I am stepping away. I want to maintain perspective whilst losing myself in the detail. I got another crush and I am chasing it in the only way I know how. I think to myself that it can only be an improvement on nothing at all. Advice from a friend; just do not respond to the psychopaths, just let them drift off as if the worlds had never met. I still snatch at my lust like a child and the delicate glass bauble smashes in my hand. Pain would be a relief from this torment, but I know it is not coming. Is a bicycle a symbol for freedom? I wonder is it? I'd never thought of it as anything more than a mode of transport, a vehicle of self-exploitation, an extension of self that manipulates the perspectives on time space those two oldies from which there appears to be no freedom.