pikaliz
Christmas 2012.
it's muffled, all that i hear, all that enters my ear.
as if i was deaf, but that fortune is quite clear.
it's my lack of comprehension, for i can hear the sound
from your mouth; it's not enough for me to stick around.
LIke most things, I hid everything underneath. The ornamental design of the carpet was just a mask, just a face I put on; the rest I sweep under my skin.