I like making worlds, throwing wrenches in their works, and making characters pull out the wrench. V...
This place, so empty, so dead. The crows snap branches as they depart their houses in search of better days, and as I watch them flap away into the snowy mountain side I wish silently I could do the same. Life has never been so silent, so lonely. The grass sharp like glass as they cut into my knees whilst I kneel in this solitary segregation, swiping a soft and gentle hand over the concrete slab that is my dearly departed sister, Krystal-Lee Coleman. There’s no one in sight and with a quick gl. . .
This place, so empty, so dead. The crows snap branches as they depart their houses in search of better days, and as I watch them flap away into the snowy mountain side I wish silently I could do the same. Life has never been so silent, so lonely. The grass sharp like glass as they cut into my knees whilst I kneel in this solitary segregation, swiping a soft and gentle hand over the concrete slab that is my dearly departed sister, Krystal-Lee Coleman. There’s no one in sight and with a quick gl. . .
