I am scared of myself at times. Repeatedly piqued, I would wish that I could make a person vanish just how vain magicians do in the movies. I would justify this thought with another thought that it may be better that way – that they do not exist because they cause malady. When a person’s ill deeds really get into my nerves, I could almost utter “I wish you’re dead!” or “I wish you...
warmth in the coldness of life…
I HEAR YOU