pot

no matter how hard I mix this pot with this long spoon of mine, I’ll see no light. I’m a stupid alchemist. pouring my pains inside the pot and mixing every day; and I hope life!

this won’t work. I should wash the blood off my hands and sit in the pot myself.

this is to you reading my last note: do not become an alchemist, if you hadn’t a life to give.

28 June 2011