Wednesday, May 31, 2006
detachment never felt better.
Grind, grind, grind.
Screechy, scratchy sound of diamond against granite.
It scrapes on the cold, hard surface;
a painful sound of fingernails against chalkboard.
Drilling it’s way slowly and steadily
Into the crevasses and tunnels
Of the once impenetrable fortress
- your heart.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
