Locked

In the midst of reckless speeches, jailed ideas which never saw the light of the sun escape from the prison of manners we build around ourselves. The key to unpronounceable words, the latin river who enter my body and ensnare my soul, obliterated the lock that should not be...
A simple exchange, a small joke. Is that how far my liquorish empowered mind can take me?
How could you misinterpreted this words?
How?
A tiny clue to the vastness that lie hidden.
How long will I endure this farce?