Killing Aurora

My blogs

About me

Introduction I don't know what stressed me first, or how the pressure was fed; but I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head. It's like a face that I hold inside, a face that awakes when I close my eyes, a face watches every time I lie, a face that laughs every time I fall (and watches everything) So I know that when it's time to sink or swim, that the face inside is hearing me right beneath my skin...