devildances
Sometimes i care about her a lot, sometimes i don't. I do not know what causes these tides inside me to rise and recede. It could be a thing she says in the morning, or how long it takes her to call back. In any case "the moon" is an enviously simpler explanation.
The sound is still ringing in my skull. What a way to end it all. I'd traveled countless miles, seen thousands of faces, spaces, cultures, buildings. Eaten the best and worst time has to offer. And now, at the end of it all, me, a time traveling tourist, am about to be executed because of the only violent perversion of Buddhist teachings in China's 3750 year old history.