the driver.

my, speakers.
i encourage children to do bad things.

puppet.

there are days when this room feels like a tomb, and my hands are chained to the keyboard: going through a limited range of motions repeatedly. depressed people have this thing about holding up a happy facade. i'd like to know what emotions lie behind the person holding up the depression. the puppet master's puppet master, so to speak. i know myself well enough to know that there's some other driving force behind me, but not well enough to know what it is.

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