FA+
Shop
137
Views
Views
0
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 107 x 120
File Size 664 B
Report this content
More from Freemantle
Is it the end of the story? Maybe.
My truth always seems to be broken glass, sharp and jagged, the future wet and
perilous chaos glinting beneath a sun distant and alien.
I know I have a problem, yet part of that problem is the fact that every night I
will it into existence.
Wilf and his farm, rats in the well, a hat ascending to the heavens in the howling
wind, red and wide brimmed, like a flying saucer as it challenges the glint of
twilit Venus.
Pot bellied sheriffs, loaded revolvers to heads, thing is life has seemed a fox
hunt for so long that I've become an echo in the shadow of death.
Does that make sense? I guess not.
Thanks for trying.
My truth always seems to be broken glass, sharp and jagged, the future wet and
perilous chaos glinting beneath a sun distant and alien.
I know I have a problem, yet part of that problem is the fact that every night I
will it into existence.
Wilf and his farm, rats in the well, a hat ascending to the heavens in the howling
wind, red and wide brimmed, like a flying saucer as it challenges the glint of
twilit Venus.
Pot bellied sheriffs, loaded revolvers to heads, thing is life has seemed a fox
hunt for so long that I've become an echo in the shadow of death.
Does that make sense? I guess not.
Thanks for trying.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 107 x 120px
File Size 664 B
Comments