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Before I went to school I was full of life and energy. I enjoyed the material I was studying but the loneliness got to me and I started feeling like it just didn't matter. After school I started learning to be me again.
Banks are where people store their dreams, they hope to save enough for that future thing that elusive hope. Meanwhile undreaming they work to fill the bank that never dreams.
The puncture in my soul goes deep into the ground where the darkness hides. From the depths of that puncture flow the shadows that consume the flowing thoughts of my mind, like oil in the water.
I keep thinking about making a bucket list. A list of all the things I really must do before I die. But I keep putting it off and I think that if I don't soon start thinking about and putting into action these things it may be too late when I'm finally ready.
The railroad went along like a snake on the ground, slithering its way among the dark mountains. Who knew what dark and gruesome things would be waiting for our lonely traveler.
I used to play with block a lot when I was a kid. Yellow, red and green. I'd make houses, vehicles and weapons. Blocks of mass destruction.