I’ve imagined it a million times
Each more vivid than the last
The cold of the metal
The weight in my hand
I’ve thought about the feeling of my finger curled around the trigger
How much pressure will it take to fire?
I’ve imagined it a million times
Yet nothing could have prepared me for the day I finally held in my hand the answer to my prayers.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The winter wind bites at my cheeks
As I walk around the lake
But I don't mind
This is where I'm happy.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC