Your pain is palpable
It clings to you like an odour
I can feel it vibrate with every step you take and every silent break
I can hear it in your laughter; a resounding snort of sorrow.
I'm not avoiding you, I'm avoiding your pain
My soul can't deal with the strain.
Monday, 30 October 2017
Empath
Thursday, 19 October 2017
Readings
I can read people. For a long time I thought it was just me being prejudiced. But after countless times of being proven right by the behaviours of the people I instantly don't like, I have accepted that I have a potent bullshit detector.
Monday, 9 October 2017
Cosmic Comedy or Sapiosexiness
3 hours too late, 3 inches too short, 3 shades too light, 3 sizes too thin. Then he started to talk and he had my full attention
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