ChetoJenkins

Slow Motion Death Sequence The colored dreams where no longer manufactured. And as far as I know, the price has never been free…… The morning poured through the half open blinds. The faint illumination was giving the impression of those forget autumn days. Soon it would be known when the light began to gain weight. If I was dead, I wouldn’t have known it……………. I can think nothing more than the shadows that will cover her when she receives the news. Time slows and begins to go numb. These days, will be the confessions of her dying heart……..