As the smoke clears... |
The rubble left behind from the disaster that could have happened to me is crunched as my feet tread on it. In theory, this means i'm free of my problems, and I walk on them, conquering and diss... Posted by Lost, Never Found on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 07:21:00 PST |
When your life ends for a day |
To be honest, i thought it was over. The bullet hole in my chest left a scar, a bright red itching mark of my failures and betrayed loved ones. I lay on the operating table, the surgeons a... Posted by Lost, Never Found on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 07:07:00 PST |
Life. The universe. And everything. |
To be short, and sweet, life is a overplayed drama of games and trickery. A competition where the intelligent people outsmart one another and the stronger people overpower the other. A gam... Posted by Lost, Never Found on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:51:00 PST |