My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

venting

Calm down. Breathe. Try again. Easy. Take it easy. Try to show yourself some kindness.

As the ground right under me crumbles as if it wasn't there.

It's too much, my heart's crushed, i'm not alive.

I don't know who to call, alone.

I won't die.

My life has succumbed to hatred and death, alone

in the snow.

Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

'man in bloom' by bruce metcalf, 2001 in corporal identity body language: 9th triennial for form + content, usa + germany - museum of arts + design (2004)

I thought the earth remembered me, 

she took me back so tenderly. 

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Andonis Anemoyannis, 1902