A Reason or Lack Thereof.

I admit I've been out of commission for a while now.

Had a strange run in with a man with crooked arms.

Left me hidden amongst the leaves.

With severed flesh and broken bones.

All seems calm now that he's left.

So I'm heading to a place surrounded by trees.


At least that's what I'm still calling it.

Sleep with one eye open.

Lest you wake with neither one.



I'm not dead.

Don't know whether or not that is necessarily a bad thing.

I'm running.

I'm killing.

But most importantly,

I'm free.