tumbling down

"well, you're the grand one have you noticed?" it's like a small death. and to cope with that makes me feel uncertain. was it or was it not bad? the boundary is not fragile. "gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures" i know i know i know. because we are born immoral creatures. because i never left the sad midnight of my birth. my skull is undevelopped and my senses are covered by darkness. immoral and alone. till another darkness -that of death- comes.

::: no reason is given ... that's how the object world works, she said :::