(choice. my choice… mine?)....

“in the Sun”

Inducing the erosion of vulgarity in human form…

Layer by portion forced off from depravity, the answer was here,

 Just a little passage/story that i wrote free verse... maybe its about me... maybe its not... i dont know, because i dont know which is me anymore.  But what i do know is they all like the medicated Emilie and i dont cry anymore... But what scares me is that maybe this is not me at all, and the truth will come out.... and they will run, and i will cry again...

Hey-

…stand guard, stand watch…

guard… watch…