everything count

alley let her feelings wither. all she had ever wanted was to settle down and learn her skin. all she would ever want. but the closer she would get to actually realising her soul, not that she had ever come very close, the more certainly a man would find her and envelop her world. nothing to tell it all turned out, for they never even noticed her, one through all. she was sick of it.

time to barricade herself up into codes.

first she was thinking islam, the codex of religious wear and death. then she was thinking hinduism, the code of kindness and perpetual wait. closer to her soul she was thinking jesus, the collar of servitude and wealth in all its forms. alley became peaceful, and knew not what the previous world had been.