2012-2-15 8:26Our love is dead, thanks, slowly rotting away. Hatred, pain, sorrow, like countless maggots, gnaw at my flesh and burrow into my heart. I am surrounded, devour......
2012-2-6 16:42I don't know when it began to rain in the spring, lightly, without a pitter-patter sound, like a wet mist, gently moisturizing the earth. After the spring rain......