fragile21

It was Friday night. I walked over concrete first and then under the trees with 7 others and 2 of them you may know. Our journey was to reach the rock. We had to pass through tall wet grass, shit and barb wire to gain access. And after much hiking we came upon this rock. We climbed to the top of it and then searched for the perfect spot to make our place. We sat in a half cirlce under an almost full moon. We passed around. I inhaled and coughed several times. But the adventure did not stop there. We stood up and began to explore more of this rock. We stumbled and we heard some wolves or something of this sort in the distance yelping. It was not just one. In our states we were freaked. Did we run or hide? No, we just sat down. Inhaled, coughed and laughed for awhile. I'm not sure how long we sat there. But time passed and we stumbled our way down the rock. The field we had walked through now looked like a lake. The mist had come in. We walked back through the field of wet grass and shit and back under the trees. We found our way. We ate and then in time slept. The rock is always worth the trip.

"it's no secret that I feel the pain of everyone, but it only sweetens me..."
-acumen nation