Escape ( Read more... )

It's Me, again. Like a repetitive message on an answering machine. The little blinking red light exposed for the world to see. Whether or not you choose to conintue, is like pressing that little button displayed "Play". It's a choice. A decision. You make so many Choices. So many Decisions. Do you even think about how many times you weigh ( Read more... )

Walking into the mass of paper ( Read more... )