The right moment illustrates the end. A man is never enough and his faults are what give the courage to fall into his own trap of equilibrium. A prisoner is a great source for protection since his life is dependent upon the controlled atmosphere he is within. A victim is to the attacker what the sun is to the rain, rarely, but sometimes they co-exist to cover what together they have joined together to create; they can give and they can take away.
Fear is never an adversary. A cornered animal in the deep snow owes as much to his mistakes as he does his advantage of his white fur. His wounds bleed into the snow and his scent is carried on each snowflake that drifts by. His death a mix of darkness and words, the attacker whose hunger betrayed by thirst at once discovered the internment of organs felt the need of a heartbeat in withered flesh.
The excess of the key generate the obesity of the door. Trepanning of the human skull reveals what every lover cannot caption, the freedom of the mind set loose under the door. The reflection of the light in a blinding sun like starvation to a pair of teeth forced into a curb of concrete in a traffic accident, belittles the contribution of the skull to its last gasp. The image seen through the blinds, the image that would be hidden by doors is the sensation of light on a open wound. The key, a purveyor of the opening shrouds the lock of the weakened eye blinking wordlessly.
- Chris Mansel
“I love she who hates me more.” - Poe
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