Sometimes I see things that make my stomach turn. I feel physically sick. And sense tells me i’m being ridiculous, that i would do the same, that i would expect the same. But sometimes, i feel like the boots i have to fill, are too bloody big. It’s never going to happen, but i guess it can only be worth a try.
I am bewildered by the powerfulness of my imagination. It storms straight through the realistic thoughts and into the thickets of weirdo ideas, my mind screws with itself.