kambocha
i was thinking of you, not in a positive way, nor a hateful one either; but more as a specimen, a curiosity case something that reveals as itself over a stretch of time. I’m not sure how long this stretch takes to become a truer revelation, do you?
is it pride that propels you to nose dive into a caldron of self imposed vail and confusion. when will the fog lift? not sure why i thought of you, i guess take it as a compliment.
