pretties for you

Dec 27, 2005 13:27

I watch the sun and the moon chase each other through the sky. Night into Day into Night, always.

It is a war without end.

This house, I can no longer stand it... The linoleum peels. The paint chips. The wood, it rots. I cannot stay. It will collapse, burying me underneath.

I will die here.

I must muster the courage now, to fight. To break free.

I will not die here.

Walking out the door I will chase the sun and the moon through the sky. Night into Day into Night, always.

It is a war without end.
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