K h a o s . w r i t i n g !

[khaosinkinema]

There is this moment, like a hole. It reaches deep into my soul. It reaches into depths of thoughts, crawling over them, ripping them out, and serving them on a plate, ready to eat. It is like the most delicious soup for anybody to try, and since I want to get what my mind says, I am trying a piece of it. Actually, it tastes extraordinary.
[-- Rina / khaosinkinema; 30072011]