Sticks and stones will break your bones, but names they will define you, limit you, confine you, until you can transcend them. My bones will knit stronger than before. Wiser for the lessons, as I learn to understand them. I have also been known, as lost and broken. Fear me now, I'm found … Continue reading The Bones That Broke The World
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Spiders In My Head
There are spiders in my head, spinning webs. Intricate designs, connections in my mind, they move quickly upon their many legs. When stimulus gets in, they pounce on it and spin it up into a silk cocoon and then it is consumed. The labours of my arachnid mind, trapping all the world inside. … Continue reading Spiders In My Head