winodork666

So it is another small moment in a rather normal day. The stranger seens to have no mercy. But as we all know that death rides but a pale horse, what can we do. It seems that I have gone through a role reversal. How is that possible. I seem to know more about less and that is but comforting. It seems that hope, could that word be stricken from the record, is the worst enemy of us all. Dreams they drive me, but the storm is just over the edge of sight. How I wait, so amny self destructive tendencies and so little to show for it. But, I guess we all have to be something, don't we.