I walked past a tempting plot of land and dug a grave.
Again.
Dig and fill and dig and fill.
When will this ever end.
A gust of wind traveled through time, moisting my eyes.
More than ever.
I must avoid walking through.
Agony.
Must stop.
Just walk out and walk on.
Please.
=(
I went off @
10:47 AM
Friday, May 8, 2009