Here I sit In this basement of some other house In the core of the city- I'm almost on my own... This January's night Flashes frozen- As I adicite, light I see all that I've chosen:
perturbation, and frustration, Entwine in all my fascination Stinging- they whip my body & paint on lacerations
What you've chosen I cannot see And the light I catch redefines me Shadows ignite That December's day Reminds me I'm not alone. In the outskirts of Toronto- In my Parents home- My room, my bed - my life's in The basement
its there; I cry.
A ustin L ucie O verwhelming N othingness E ncapsulates