| Almost Willing Can one ever know for sure? With nothing to compare, with nothing to see, can it be proved true? Feelings in the brain are fizzing and popping-- they don't belong there-- they're confused. Logic trying to control and figure out the heart; it's jolly fun to watch, but inside it feels like a million needles are sewing the brain closed, a stone wall surrounds the chest as if it was a corset, and a horrible earthquake rattles the legs. Is this too much to bear? then fall. |
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