To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.– Shakespeare
A hole gnawed in me, Torn savagely by those of my kind. Knowledge is what I want to give them, truth about me, Truth of what raw emotions can pain me. They walked on, they led on Breaking the paths, bending it, my feet. I crawled like a senseless puppet, I slouched like a slave. But I moved. I moved. Ask the heart what it truly desires, asked it why it loves the sharp tools so much? Does it really...