I dreamt I was sitting on top of the tallest tree. The wind blew and knocked me off my stoop. I fell, head first, and the wolves came and feasted on my limp body. They ate everything, left nothing. There was no more of me. Even the memories of me was gone. No one remembered.

As if I never existed.

posted by G. | 3/28/2010 04:18:00 PM --