I dream of foxes...: Archive

I dream of foxes...

March 2012

I can’t wait to go to Mu.

I know someone is there with their eyes fixated on a knife wondering, pondering, remembering those times when they were young those times when things didn’t seem so hopeless and when the light wasn’t consumed by the abyss, continuously playing a game of chess inside of their own heads. I know someone is there reminiscing the faded hand of another, recalling the smell of a...