Obyedelle Alter

on wednesdays when you emerged from sadness after taking anti-depressants from all pharmacies in the neighborhood something upset you? I think they are the ghosts of your traumas that won't let you sleep. well your wrong things didn't bother me or the insistence on always planning an organized world with no place for me. I've been away from these psychological wars, my poisons and defensive weapons fit on the tip of a dwarf's little finger. maybe your ghosts are saying booooo. but no matter what could have been, it's much better without you.