Life is like the Hunger Games, except we don't know we're in the arena. We live in our little bubble, knowing it's shit but not knowing anything different. Every so often we reach the end, we hit the wall, we see a ripple of electricity across what should be sky, and we realize it's all … Continue reading Our Arena
Long Ago
Note: I wrote this on December 22nd, 2015 after a visit while I was home for the holidays. Being the holidays, I was busy and got distracted before I could put it up. I forgot about it until now, but here it is at last. It's just a short piece. Hope you like it. My grandfather should … Continue reading Long Ago
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