Under the ****** Moon The looks different tonight- like new stars over black hills. Everything looks different after you die, even if it's just a metaphor. But metaphor or not, this last month has taken it's toll and left me feeling like a spirit trapped in my own earthly remains. It has become time to walk away from the dead forest. Far far away- and next time even further. "Every journey begins with a single step. Trite but true, even here." | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |