the cell of twenty seasons.

[xtcism]

riddled with gusto and a nerve of uncertainty, what lay beneath was more than anyone could imagine. as the door pummeled open, a gust of wind brushed my ears and seared my eyes just as quickly as my lungs engaged it's last inhale--before pausing. like an air balloon, I rose to my feet and charged with a stance that only resistance would be pleased

Comments

[busilife]

sanity is overrated.

[xtcism]

mission accomplished?

[busilife]

mission impossible.