The world fed me with horror.
I ate everything on my plate – even doubled.
In the restaurant I called for excitement – more.
Life gave me its heart but I just walked out the door.
I wanted purity, not truth.
So I went to another door,
knocked, because the doorbell was nowhere near,
broke my fingers while trying to make everything clear.
I tortured my body
to cure my soul.
I fired the future
to live only with the old.
December 2012
twists + turns 