kaash're posted #91 - truth | 2 hours ago
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me. And all the time he's mumbling. Mumbling, "Truth, truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover...