I look outside: it looks like it's raining, or maybe not.
What difference does it make?
The news of today are having apocalyptic overtones: glaciers are melting, food is contaminated, poverty is rampant, Buckingham Palace is falling to pieces.
The spasms of my muscles are in perfect accord with the news.
The end of the world.
Does it come all of a sudden, a cataclysmic event, or quietly, little by little?
The world to me seems to end every day, one piece of rubble at the time.
Am I mirror
All rights reserved