helenpna
I didn't kill him.
Antlers. The End.
I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can. I sleep. I can. I can. On the train on the train on the train on the train I sleep? I sleep on the train. I can. I think. I am. I sleep. I can think and sleep. On the train I sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Time throws slow punches but they all hurt the same. I am stationed at the wall, feet stuck to the ground and hands glue in my pockets. I give a nod in your direction as you lift your luggage and board the train.
The stars that hovered far above my head seemed to embrace me; the sky reaching its arms around me tightly while whispering soft words into my ear, sweet as warm milk. As I lay on the damp earth gazing at the dome of diamonds above me, the grass staining my clothes, I felt alive.