United States I gathered up supplies and built a space rocket. Everything was fine, I was shooting for the moon; but then I crash-landed on an island somewhere. I stumbled around for the last several years, and now I've begun getting stuff together and building again. 30 followers / 5.3k words
My mind is a cruel, cruel man. He drags me in chains, and I bleed, He leaves me to burn under the sun. Where are these chain? I cannot see them, yet He insists they are real. My mind is a cruel, cruel man