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.
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.