kheldarson
The smell of gasoline always reminds me of car trips during the summer. The long rides, the visiting of family. The endless stretches of road and grassland as we pass through the prairies of the Midwest. I'm never sure how much time was spent a
A simple laughter. The biting edge that increases with time. Slowly dipping into madness. Why did I start laughing? When will it stop? There's not reason to be laughing. No reason for the pain, the unending torment of emotions that