I am not Mary
I am not Bunny
I am not J.K. Rowling
I am not Mother Teresa

I am no one.

 There is no end to the torture and beauty that is the human mind. While it can take a moment and quickly forget it, it has the capacity to move, warp, and turn one word until the human is addled and woebegone with thinking. Days are given to melancholy with no reason but worrying, thinking, and despairing of moments never actualised. Today is a ( Read more... )