Sad words on a sad page
I remember a time when I was young, and free, and alive. Now the gray twisted spider web of my memory stretches, pulls, until it breaks like dried yarn in a sunblasted barn. Where was the vitality? Where was the energy? Why do I want to write a thous...
I am a shadow of my Self Page Sad words on a sad page - on New World Guide Database of Lore
I remember a time when I was young, and free, and alive. Now the gray twisted spider web of my memory stretches, pulls, until it breaks like dried yarn in a sunblasted barn. Where was the vitality? Where was the energy? Why do I want to write a thousand words to describe my pain but I only understand that fifty of them will be read by human eyes?
