*** The Return. ***
"Fuck my life." Closing my eyes and counting to ten. Spring, another fucking spring. In my mind's eye, I could see the buds of the flowers, leaves on trees, and greener grass than should have been possible, with each blade perfect and of equal length. ~
*** The Return. ***
"Fuck my life." Closing my eyes and counting to ten. Spring, another fucking spring. In my mind's eye, I could see the buds of the flowers, leaves on trees, and greener grass than should have been possible, with each blade perfect and of equal length. ~
~ assault of noise from the silence, traffic, shouting, and horns beeping; I was back, and what the fuck was I dressed in? Dropping my hands and looking down at the clothes, which were not fitting in with my surroundings.