I Will Be the One to Catch Me

An achey lifelong blood hunt in the snow, a wind that roils, a popping of wolf jaws- it is all so loud. So rough and rambling. Clamoring and condensing and !!! ... quietude, when I offer myself to her at last. Lady Faith and Goddess Luck. There is no greater knowing than that of thyself, and no greater pain than the ignorance of such. I will not return to my vomit, doglike as I am. ... - Watermark is for preview only