Uncomfortably numb. – Brainfreeze – Nothing gets through. Only fighting the cold remains. – Image of hot soup – Can almost taste it. Virtual soup: Close, but NO cigar!
I was shivering in my soul, nothing there but a big black hole, where once the truest light had been. Is darkness then the price of sin? * Stark and raving at all mankind, with scattered remnants of my mind. stoking the furnace of my pain, with memories of lovers’ lane! * But better that […]