Under the ****** Moon
2010-02-19, 11:06 p.m.

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."
-the Cheshire Cat, American McGee's Alice

Do nothing

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