Words don’t lie. People do.

In the end, as the very first beginning, you choose to throw your life with the dice. So many times I gave up my wants and needs; my thoughts ravaged and satiated, within the richness of the blood. Rare. Thickening, Unmistakable. Like Smell. And Words. Blood is like Fire! Purging in their devastation. Ravaging anything in their way, feeding from everything around. Words make me feel safe. Their existence is proof of their meaning. The simple precision of a word reflects the depth of the subconscious. It marks an exact point in the kaleidoscopic myriad of thoughts, where there was a need to record it. V