THEY ASK YOU WHO YOU ARE & ALL YOU CAN DO IS HOLD YOUR HANDS OUT. are you so vast, so expansive, that you cannot give them a substantial answer ? words have never failed you before !!! or perhaps the question has become whether or not they deserve such exposition / explanation / introspection. you made roses bloom between concrete, a coffin of a boy all dressed in shadows, and so there is an answer. and there can never be. regardless, there is no debt to be paid, and you keep the books balanced as though anubis himself blessed you with scales. do not forget this. do not let them forget this : YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE, a gift from the belly of the motherland, and they cannot take from you what you are not willing to give.
pri. original character. penned by oso ( sideblog to ourpyrrhicvictory )














