March 22, 2025

I let it conquer me for I feared being left behind. I stood by as the noise invaded my mind. I did not forsee the pungent odor. I was immature that way. I was inexperienced in such trade. So I nurtured the hay, let it climb like an infection. Like a disease until I limped just as a hollow scarecrow. My straw skin was bellowing, and my desire was reeking. So like a rabid hound, I ran. Ran towards the edge of reasons. When my vision cleared, I had already ruined my mind.