I have never been a violent man. Just a little creepy, it seems.
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
How weightless words are when nothing will do.
And though I've lived to be an old man with my very own share of happiness for all the mess I made, I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living.
