death is the unknown.
the questioning. death is bitter cold. numbing pain. frightening visions and inescapable thoughts.
life’s temperature is hot.
"I could write it better than you ever felt it."
death is the unknown.
the questioning. death is bitter cold. numbing pain. frightening visions and inescapable thoughts.
life’s temperature is hot.
"Writing, to me; is simply thinking through my fingers." — Isaac Asimovz [This blog is mainly one that concerns my life with my furbabies; Princess Coco and Mr. Whiskey, 'Chiweenies.' You've been warned.] My blog is mostly one of "journal-esque" (diary) entries with few real names being used to protect the innocent or to keep those who are not so innocent from being tracked down. View more posts