I start my day, with a heavy heart. The same old job, the same old wage. My life is a nightmare, there is no escape. They make me work till I break my bones. From dawn to dusk without a pause,. They treat me like an animal with their hearts of stone. All my desires, I hide them away. In deep corners of my heart, now and then. There are so many things I want to learn.

There was an old toy shaped by the sounds to appear glockenspielesque locked into a tetherballed curling. Trickled into rusty shadows peel away at the pages of time into my bones. The harpist who fell off the cliff can still be heard drinking stabs of moonlight underwater. Fingers can be made out snapping up ahead cracking as percussion lines a pledge. This entry was posted in Everything an.

So I had to spend most of the time on bed. It was boring, but there was no other option.

And then the scariest part is when the painful reality sets in.