Faint laughter haunted me as the soldiers were all replaced with traces of turpentine reeking from their veins. I stopped to look, but what was there to see? Everything was long gone, and I let it happen on my own.
The bird does not need a bigger cage, for sometimes it’s best to have never been born at all.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Faint laughter haunted me as the soldiers were all replaced with traces of turpentine reeking from their veins. I stopped to look, but what was there to see? Everything was long gone, and I let it happen on my own.
The bird does not need a bigger cage, for sometimes it’s best to have never been born at all.
