The light of day is not a disease but more like an allergy. Not an ultimate daily obstacle but an itching inconvenience. Blinds drawn I lay in wait, then I remember that I work days. I won't turn to ash any sooner than the rest of the world. Can I at least get a cloud so my head doesn't hurt. When all this comes back around I will be cursing the rain. More to come, but less of this.
name, location, hobbies, affiliation and title
- Bones:
- undertheovercast, United States
- never going to grow up, know better, member of Team Support, twisted humor, dreams, billiards, mumbling, chasing people with chainsaws, cutting through doors, swinging chainsaws in the air, and The Bastard.
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