A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

[alice_angel]

There's a quiet thudding in my breast tonight, unfolding like the descent of a pebble from a jagged ridge. Chance governs the path of this stone, and with each way rests a different ending. Will this rock meet a graceful fall, or will it be a collision into a larger force, a greater stone, hindering the obligation to gravity? Each reluctant roll

Comments

[eccelex]

as random as i am, i do listen some good, and if it alleviates even a minute amount of horror, i can listen. if it would be any difference...

[alice_angel]

thank you.