Ghost Stories For The Wilderness Impaired. This night is full of gunshots. They only last a few seconds. The time it takes my hand. To feel your chest, inhale, exhale. I imagine your last breath. Sirens are heard, near. Of blue, red upon our bedroom wall. Here, we sleep between gunshots. I can hear your breaths. From your first until now.

Pure genius, yet pure insanity; and completely and utterly Twenty One Pilots. Nothing bad to say about it, so short a review.

I am still Not accustomed To such Beautiful things Seen In the reflections Of eyes and mirrors Staring back at me.

My thoughts, Magic, Fairy tales and Stuff of Daydreams. I honestly dont know what to say. How do you even start a blog? I guess you say Hello right? Well, what is a hello anyways? Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

The Curious Adventures of the Travelling Bean. Step into my world of random things that may or may not lead to vast realities. A Letter to the Similar. Our final adventure activity for the day was snorkeling at the Giant C.