Forever and ever more plunging myself from the wasteland. Smearing fatigue through my nostrils. Leaguing myself . Leg after leg. It is treachary advance that is what it is. Benign treacherous venom spewing from the fountain of wounds. Hail wrath.
I push myself off a cliff, I land on my feet. I wait for a man in white to show up and tell me itβs ok. To lose myself I hang on to what I once was. This is not everything but itβs alot.
