these walls...
theyre caving in
maybe i am not the man i thought i was
this room...
it sucks
plain and punishing
this urge...
it sucks
fain and demeaning
in due time?
just a phase?
a mistake, a gift, a maze?
rampant...
this blog is a collection of feelings, a memorandum, an epistle, an effort to keep her distant... yet close.