Monthly Archives: February 2018
The war inside my head
The sick confess to their contraction only when they are likely to die of it, even though they carry their death with them with every where
Pop life. We all got a space to fill.
Everybody here is fat and happy
Mental illness is contagious
Those who wander are always objects of suspicion and sometimes even fear
It wouldn’t take them long to go mad if they had you around
The gang of meths drinkers who lived in no place and no time
Nobody is pure, everybody has a price
My life is a hashtag 