My Blog
United States
October 30, 2006
As I sit here watching the fog roll in as I stare my minds thoughts become fuzzy. I watch it weave in and out of the trees the things I once thought of become unclear the memories of love ones have fled, the story of my life runs before me like a deer from a hunter. As I catch, glances I remember, why I am the deer and you’re the hunter why I fled and lost while the fog rolls in...
