The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. - H.P. Lovecraft
© 2015 by Dame Roach, Esq.
Deadlines backfire while I petulantly insist on scaling time down to a crawl. Where my own insecurities coat the world around us in a dark dense shadow that weighs upon all. My formers, like leaches, aided in the letting of blood from my body as pain becomes song. Than true purpose surfaces, bubbling over from deep seeded caverns I'll never know. To love is a burden that grinds down the soul, when we choose to care for those who don't.