Door to nowhere...have you ever encountered such a thing? It's a swirling, jagged
slash in existence, a vacuous and soul devouring emptiness. The eye that's seen
every ending.
Once you meet that gaze you don't come back.
These days I make forays into the forest for a living, delivering everything from
dog food to winter clothing, though the worst part is within my truck I have the ashes
of my two late dogs aboard.
I can't bring them into the house, she can't take that, so the urns stay in shotgun.
Maybe they'd prefer it that way anyway, who knows hmm? Sunlight and night, endless miles
of velocity.
Where is that pendant Lalaroux...