Dean-Marshall
Ronald walked into the room, confused. Looking around he realized that the ground he was standing on wasn't flat, but curved at a slight angle rounding up towards the ceiling.
You don't know what to write when a word pops on the screen. You make false claims and then you go about your day.
Husband has flown away to the moon on a rocket ship. Will he be back? I don't know, nor do I care. That's a long trip on a rocket ship.
I just received news that my husbands ship blew up on the way there. Oh well.
I arrive at this wall again.
Standing. Waiting. Watching.
Fuck.
I have hit a wall in my life. But I have options. I can climb it, go around it, or stand in front of it looking dumbfounded. Each day you hit a wall, and each day you make a choice.
Murder happens on a daily basis. People live and die, and are killed. But look past that, lets see who these people are. View the persons life, judge them if that is what you truly desire. Murder isn't inherently evil, but the people behind it might be.