posted on Aug, 21 2020 @ 01:08 AM
My nostrils flared by the smell and burn of the campfire crackling and simmering as if to hide the dark's noises. A stressful year of uncertainty, the
meaning of life has been diminished with passing moments. I glanced at the ax and thought to myself, why does it matter. Its time, I thought to myself
while I stared intensely at the dancing flames. Most happily knowing love, embracing warmth, are oblivious to what it means to be truly alone. Sitting
alone after the happy ones have retired to their tents, I grasped the ax, sinisterly smiling finally I live.
edit on Sun Aug 23 2020 by
DontTreadOnMe because: (no reason given)