Monday, April 20, 2009
Sympathy
Staring at the balls and trying hard to collide them. Submerged in the idiosyncrasies of life, of the want and desire, of the lust and the forbidden. Guilt-ridden and despondent; helpless; at the end of the tether. Incorrigible?
This isn't as easy as I expected it to be. Mind over matter, darling. What's wrong?