Something from last night has my stomach crying. Must be the alcohol. Must be the bad food. Could be anything. Even the wind here can give me headache. I try to leave the bed but I keep failing. What's the joy in lying down. What's the joy in getting up. Hunger keeps a man going. [...]
Tag: creative
To kill you or kick you out.
I stepped down the roof to head to my room. I unlocked the front door and opened it. The lights were off, everything was dark inside. The only light glowing nearby was the one in the common area that lay in the middle of the four flats on my floor. I had opened the front [...]
Tomic Riter 