oc brainstorming
trying to come up with more monologues for dogwood
you deny what we are
you deny what you are
but of course, who doesn't.
what you are is just... just a person.
same.
it's a curse to be human.
many people don't think too much about it, avoid the question, get caught up in things...
what will it be
a love confession or...
Would it kill you to look at yourself?
you keep a TIGHT grip on your heart, strangling it, your fingers deep inside rewinding it
a creature performing self CPR...
but a heart can't pump blood with fingers in its aorta
MAY ONE OF US LEARN MERCY.
i dont know who I hope it is...