December 2011
22 posts
“Don’t you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. In every waking moment aware, alert. The tug of war… what you are with others and who you really are. A feeling of vertigo and a constant hunger to be finally exposed. To be seen through, cut down… even obliterated. Every tone of voice a lie. Every gesture false. Every smile a grimace....
