Why is it so expensive to be healthy?
“I can’t believe this is happening…” Continue reading
Len stood there, breathing heavily, futilely wiping the blood from his face and arms. Tommi walked over, dropping the unlocked shackles from his wrists, and clapped Len on the back.
“Nice going mate,” he said casually, “to be honest, I didn’t think you’d make it out of that one.”
“You have such faith in me,” Len replied, dryly, wiping then sheathing his sword.
“So,” started Tommi, “how many were there?”
Len stared at him strangely before replying.
“How many?” asked Tommi.
Maybe tonight I’ll slumber ‘fore late,
my day ending before into memories I delve.
But I know that the chances of that are most slim,
of falling asleep before the clock strikes twelve.
Maybe tonight my dreams won’t hurt me,
that I’ll wonder and marvel in awe and delight.
But I know the pain won’t stop even once,
my mind-borne visions naught but a blight.
Maybe tonight I’ll forget all my troubles,
my mind no longer by old thoughts beset.
But I know that that is mere child’s fancy,
the brain remembers what I want to forget.
Maybe tonight I’ll feel at peace,
that I’ll rest and wake ready tomorrow.
But I already know that simply won’t be,
I’ll wake just as full of this sorrow.
That damn broken mug,
Despite how much I put in,
It’s always empty.
I live in a cave.
I decided to write out some fan fiction I’ve been thinking about because of course I need to be more of a fucking nerd. Still, I guess it’s not that bad a thing to spend my time on. Beats sleeping more.