I don't feel good, my dog is old and he scraped most of his nose off whilst trying to root under a fence and kill something I didn't see. He's like two dogs, sweet and gentle and then he shows the teeth and he is mean.
This is how I am also and I can't help it, it has made me into an island, some kind of wild beauty that cannot be touched or talked to on certain days because of spikes in the ground or traps and explosions ...instead of what glimmers and glows like the gold apples in the trees, the gold vegetables, the gold grass, all please alike, people running wild like barbarians in my head, gunshot and they will chew bitter ashes, I wish it would stop, all of me will die.