(no subject)
We've been lead to believe that crime is committed through action. But I'll testify that the deepest crimes of my being are those of inaction. To feel everything and do nothing, there the illegality lies. Proximal, yes, but a reach so far unobtainable. Salt to the bloody lip, gasoline to the flame; why do I let it happen? I keep reading this novel, but I find fresh pages each day and the binding is still broken. And then he said 'out'.