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I stood on the other side of the thin wall, and listened in when I was the subject of conversation. That is never a good thing to do. Apparently I am considered at best just plain creepy, and at worst dangerous. Pretending what was said never reached my ears will be difficult. 2
Often I wish I had never discovered my soul. It sometimes seems like folly to attempt to mimic its purity. On other occasions I imagine myself as either very vain, or insane to claim discovery of the soul. It could be that the real me is stained, and subject to decay like any other object. 3
Why do I feel the need to share the subtleties of a thousand pinpricks, compared to one perfect single hair?4
I am cold. 5
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I want a dandelion.7
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