He wants it. He tries. He wants it. he cries. He wants it. Deep down inside. He wants it. Then denies He wants it.
A whack candle holder in enamelled metal holding a white candle which is burning. Undisturbed I think I try to reflect on the stillness and to find the right words but instead of prose I get a big fat nothing and end up feeling empty. In the bed also made of enamelled metal a dyingContinue reading “Ascending Denial”