An hour in Central station. It’s scent looks like this:
better picture to follow…lost my USB
So much to come out.
But it can’t. And it wont.
Not right now.
Because my mind’s been suffocated.
It’s been forced to work in a different way.
A way I wouldn’t dream of if I had a choice right now.
But I don’t.
Because if I choose different, I’ll get nowhere.