spring break

[zero_or_die]

living in a house of two tales, the upper being my humble abode, the days flew by through a gleam of sunlight in the window, a shine of the moon's eye, or tears from above. the room never changed, but time was evident with the turn of the century outside of the room. day by day we stared out the window, and sometimes stared in. either way, the window was there, and it held us together. together in an ablaze, the people sat in the room, while the century outside described and orchestrated its existence.

over these past few days, life has intrigued me with the reason of my existence. now that i know the reason is clearly ___________.