It was bewildering, the way that reality could be overtaken, wrestled down, and murdered by the sheer weight of possibility.
Sorry is the day, and full of lament, when the young have to guard themselves from being food for the old.I am moved to bewilderment, when I glance my eyes upon a society that kills its young, and the...
oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.
