Post by ffrew on Jun 6, 2008 0:12:42 GMT -5
Pistons flailing in every direction, trying, pushing herself to the limit of her being, to run. Farther and farther, running from her problems, her past, her future. All that lies ahead is the empty space, she likes it that way. Untainted, undecided.
Stumbling across a new territory, she will claim it as her own.
This land has been claimed,
she calls out to the skies, even though there is nobody around to hear her.
Stumbling across a new territory, she will claim it as her own.
This land has been claimed,
she calls out to the skies, even though there is nobody around to hear her.
