4:15:00 PM - Sunday, July 19, 2009
Just little things, little itsy bitsy things. As little as dust, as little as tiny ants en flame the rage within the soul. It starts with a sparkle and end up with a blast that engulf the whole of the body, the whole of the mind. It cannot be control, cannot be dampen. The temper is flaring, like fire licking at a dilapidated building absorbing energy from them and leaving it shriveled to ash. This temper is getting hotter, angrier and frustrated but I don't know why. Worst I can feel it ticking like a bomb. BOOM!
Fucking hell.
s'étreignent et s'embrassent
xoxo; yourstruly