Very armature writer just trying to get some of his stories out there.
I stood for hours at the edge. I do not know what else to do. Is there anything else to do? No, there probably is, but I can not—will not—think of it. How could I? It would not be fair. Alone I wonder about the future because alone I stand. But I should be standing with you.
By Jace5 years ago in Fiction
