I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time
I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger as desired.
I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
The climb to the intersection of trails is a hard one. I’ve done it a few times. I feel the burn in my thighs within moments of starting it and … Continue reading [Bikes] Ride 6 – August 2016
The price of cupcakes & rainbows when selling the illusion of recovery.