Sometimes, when I touch things, words fill my head. Words that feel like thoughts—thoughts that are inside of me...but not mine.I used to think I was crazy. Used to.I'm starting to wonder if there's a reason for all the voices that tangle together in my mind. And if I'm right, then it's not my sanity I'm worried about—it's my life.
- Publication Date:
- 13 / 10 / 2009