i wonder in a place where i add to my crimes whether or not the cogs of my brain will forever turn the way a con man's tricks go about.
i wonder whether or not i am certain, or uncertain, of my grasp on myself during the carrying out of my heinous folly.
BINABASA MO ANG
lament
Non-Fictionnot for the things i've lost, nor for my woes, but for the hopes uninvolved i shredded in my ignorance.
