Fiction

I somehow feel as though the heat, that is so much appreciated by me, is gathering around me, slow, thick, overwhelming, sticky, suffacating... taking up all of what really is me. My adventure hunt has lead me to sleep deprivation, confussion, utter resentment of my believes and visions, swollowed up my sinserity and hasn't left room for much, other than my ability to adapt to new circumstances and dettach myself from powerful emotion.

To be continued in a land far away... once upon a time