Life is precious to me. That day everything changed in me, like my cells took automatic function to control my being purely, without emotion. I am cold and warm today, the sweat drips from my forehead while I walk into the room. Everyone stops and looks, waiting for a shout, waiting for tears or insanity. … Continue reading War is not worth living for.
I see nothing. Black and bleak and blurry. Help. I see nothing. I feel nothing. I am nothing. I dream and dream this nightmare every day. The void of my life runs deep into my subconscious. It created this dimension where he exists. And he crawls. The black on the background makes his features fog … Continue reading Stories : I see nothing