paranoia. that hangs over and seeps into me. and the gate was locked. "sorry we're closed for the day." the gate up north. too high for 151. something i've done. to displease. are you. tired of me? tactless. tactless. tactless! i've been careless. careless to upset. yet. "speak what we feel, not what we ought to say." oh the agony. how simple would that be. but oh, paranoid. paranoia would not listen.
-photo and words by sylvia.
To wake up on mornings like these. :) Sorry about the black border; I wanted to put it in my deviantart gallery. Larger version is HERE. This was taken with my old camera. Those were the times.