Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It was raining red snow.
In the field I stood in, it seemed to me my goddess was bleeding the tears I could not shed. It was then, that I could remember how it was like again. How it was like, to have that sad sensation of tears on your face.
That was the day I locked myself up. The day where I thought of nothing but that sensation my body remembered.
what we could have been, 8:17 PM.
