Moltey's emails that were never sent
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It is I, who have been taken out of a flask in the manner of a doll!
- My complaints are ridiculous. I am unable to reach the truth and cannot work mirarcles.
The heavens proclaim the end to my wanderings.
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Why, hello my glacial pool of grieving waters! Of course things are bad, but what can you change?
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There is so much anxiety and guilt in me but it seems to have been dissolved by the heavenly voices in my head.
- I am unholy and unwell and my state is in disrepair. Forgive me, but I am not coming to your gardens.
- Do you realize what you are? A spark of frustration, a floating vacuum, a disturbance in the background.
- Welcome to my world, where the sky is weightless, where the trees are covered with snow.
I enter your apartment, and it appears to be a birdcage. There you sing thinly and helplessly.
Words are like leaves falling from the sky.
- Sorry, creep but you do not merit a conversation. You are a microphone! Be quiet now.
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