King

Garret didn't like school. He tossed and turned in between the sharp contrasted lines of light and dark piercing through his window. Whenever there was a full moon, Garret would get restless and the fine line between reality and dreams would blur until the two were inseparable. All night his dreams would engulf him without warning and hurdle his consciousness into a world of his own design. There he would struggle and fight to become the true ruler of his mind. King

February Rain brings March sunshine/hail/tsunami

I'm bloggin and I'm bloggin and I'm bloggin, I damn near got caught cuz my modem kept stoppin