Harleytrix
I had a thought once. It was about war. Destruction of all things, and the rebirth of new, unfamiliar things. Thoughtless, mindless killing over nothing. Sometimes these thoughts send me reeling, screaming. It is then that I turn my thoughts to something less destructive, simply to get on with my life. Yet it is always there, the black, niggling fear tugging at the back of my skull, always being thought of whether I'm fully aware of it or not.