The distrust; the deaf man watches a puppet scene. The melbourne shuffler.

I seek refuge once again, my cover has been blown; my facade shattered by eagle's eye and the serpent's tongue. What was once now is, my euphoria a strict discipline of habit.

There is a little boy past the glaze of a mirror, reflection of what bliss ignorance brings. The sorry world; he stands proud with a litted cigarette in his mouth. Inhale, exhale, inhale again. Death is of no consequence, he has chosen and decided. Life is but just an excuse of an option. Bring back the little boy's chocolate bar.

Blissful months, a harmless blink of the eye, 9 months have breezed by and the tarnished frame of the parished mine.

Liberation is all but 14 months apart. I'm counting down like Robinson Crueso. I'm back to stay, back to commit to the prose.