He told me just to stop and take a breath. As if my drowning was by choice.
I must eliminate everything that is wrong with me. Please bid your final farewells and prepare to taste death.
I loved math back when each problem had only one solution. After that it started to remind me of my life.
Then again, what made him spin? His head around his shoulders spun all night,spinning and rotating around the axis of his mind, a moon to earth, a moon with many craters, many craters indeed.