August 12
Last.
2 hours of sleep, for waiting for the sunrise to come and struggling at the sight of that eye.
I'll pray Morpheus to softly flow this away,
and he won't even listen to a word. Damn.
This is the last post here. My little virtual home is virtually moving to a virtual zen garden on Splinder.
See you on http://thelegs.splinder.com/.
Perhaps.
Love.