May 05, 2007 21:42
It's a sad state of affairs when a wonderful creature, in an attempt to satiate her deep seated desire to push her boundries, is left, resorting to merely seeing how long she can stay awake. Looking out from her natural perimetre at a landscape so sparce. Everything she is, burgeoning on that precipice. One sound peels out into the inky black. A long lingering and soulful howl.