
He asked me what I would say to God if I could have any question answered, And I said that I would have little to say. If I had to go on living after the question I would endure the rest of a life substandard.
If you stay lost in the wild long enough, you'll find yourself.
OctPoWriMo Day 8: The Sickness She fades in and out of the haze trying to grasp reality. Her new cough and shaky breath have become her banality. High fevers and hot sweats plague the entirety of her nights, As white blood cells guard the body in ongoing fights. She keeps tissue on the end table [...]