I hate how they stick to you when you finally move them away, holding on for dear life at the ends of your fingers. That was the part that always made me want to avoid touching them in the first place. I’d see them hanging in perfect interlocked and spiral form to remind me, everything […]

They put me in a box to express myself. So every time I express myself, I constrain myself to eight corners so close together I can feel them suffocating me. Told me man was not supposed say all the things he felt, but instead brush off the things he felt, like water on duck back. […]