Parallel Lines

A lot of things happen on the inside, and most of them have no place in the outside world, they only go on to boil inside which of course, goes on to expand and contract the linings of its host, distorting it until it bends to its desired shape. The shape of a man's heart is determined by things which cannot make a scratch on the softest soil. 

Who can fully elaborate this point and jaunta for us if not the wantaway, the fugitive, conditional vagabond and a hopeless hopeful, Tom. The thoughts that comes with his quotidian yawn to the sun in a very close imitation of the bedeviled wolf howling his heart beats to the stars. And yet a human he was, capable of thought, irrespective of the long nails gracing his fingers and their deep yellow coloring. His yawn in itself is not entirely pure as sweet but belligerent aromas and fragrance sift from them to annoy the sun. Might have been the reason the sun has been stowing away from him in such a cunning and heartbreaking manner