"it has always been like that with me.. once broken considered sold.. and even if the cup's handle is a bit chipped, i'll smash it to smithereens.. after failed attempts at recovery..
i won't get a new cup.. i'll just drink out of my own palms.. "
and, prior to that, a rather scorching one..
"true.. it was a sham.. a sham not to deceive, but rather to hide the truth.. no.. not my intention,
really.. just that readiness is not there to face the world with the unbearable truths.. what? reveal the acnes and scars? when a slight sneeze is enuff to send everyone scurrying for shelter? no.. not i.. not she.. not he.. never in the backmost of my imagination do i imagine staring at the world straight in the eyes.. although, once in a while, in moments that the mask is slipping away, i already did.. but only just.. and in sheer defiance of adding more firepower to that already stout defiance..no apologies needed.."
.. and then what? jadi anjing kemis tulang?
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