Fifth

thoughts formed from anxiety.
Current mood: artistic
Category: Life

Here and there junk is aquired. It piles up until it is explained in odd ways. Lamps often give out the power of light, and the switch; electricity to correspond. What might happen to the lamp if the electricty doesn't play along? Quite alike what happens when communication is blurred. Understanding surroundings. How far is close enough? "Step away, because I do not need any more junk piling up?" When you told me the truth, I could not believe my ears.

Honesty is painful.