sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse

it is tempting but incorrectto think of yourselfin this way (you are not the oyster,you are the pearl) and this hollow is nothingunless you shine a torchlighting empty depthsstill: it seems fullat least in the dark (you cannot live there,your body still holds you) building the ground you stand onbuilding hands to grasp youdigging dirtContinue reading “sometimes the painkillers make the pain worse”