Post by burningepiphany on Jun 16, 2003 13:08:27 GMT -5
I breathe, the breath enters my lungs fiercely. Burning like a fire, within. I remember how warmth use to feel, before... everything. The snow blows now, I can feel it begin to cover my body like a blanket, I am the last to die.
Everyone I once loved is long gone, their frozen corpses lying here in the earth. It is cold here, so cold I can feel my fingers growing numb as I write. But I must write.
I am Misalia Entené Lathier and this is my story.
Everyone I once loved is long gone, their frozen corpses lying here in the earth. It is cold here, so cold I can feel my fingers growing numb as I write. But I must write.
I am Misalia Entené Lathier and this is my story.
