mvukmir
Temptation. heartache. Hunger. Passion. need. Want. desire. love. hate. wishing. catastrophe.
She stared out across the wasteland, uneasy to continue her journey. She didn't know what to expect. She had only heard stories. Stories of hunger. Stories of thirst. Stories of images in ones mind. This would be a long journey.
Bones tell a story. A story of a life, whether it be short or long. Full of hurt and ache, or healthy and strong. What kind of story will my bones tell?
Someone give me a hug. I need to be consoled. Its been a rough few weeks. No breaks. sick of the same stuff over and over again.
Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed.
The crew was angry. They thought they would have reached the far off islands by now. They had been at sea for 3 months. The rum was low. They hated when the rum was low.
The captain had them chasing this woman. A woman they weren't even sure existed.
Some distant dream of a girl with golden hair. A golden cup in her hands. Eternal life.
She drew the bright blue eyeliner around her eye.
Maybe tonight would be the night.
Maybe the rope would finally break.
Maybe she could get away from this prison; the one at the top of the tent.