I can hear it, off in the distance. It isn't far; isn't near.
Like a tidal wave, a psychic shock, pressing down on everything, causing it all to sink into the Earth.
Perhaps I should let it come and crush me. Implode and reincarnate, all over again.
Rome is burning.






Means bulk to me.
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When you can't run you walk. If you can't walk, you crawl. If you can't do that.. Then you find someone to carry you.
Makes my day when someone with amazing words like your own add me to their watch.
or even just stop by
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When you can't run you walk. If you can't walk, you crawl. If you can't do that.. Then you find someone to carry you.