Please extend your hand.
This world is rotting, the stench is too hard to not notice.
My personal world consists of giving into addiction and impulse.
Your world consists of sad people, constantly wandering, hoping you will lead them to the trees.
Take me to the forest.
This world is as that of a stretching shirt, threatening to tear at the seams.
My personal world is made of torn people; so, so on the edge of wandering off.
Your world is made of helping these torn people to look for the trees.
Please extend your hand.
As I stare at you now, the world consists of you.
My personal world is to be abandoned now.
Your world has taken my own, subject to watch the aftermath of mine's ending.
I'm off myself to search for the trees, so I ask of you, now that I've swallowed a whole bottle of you, a small favor.
Please extend your hand.
Take me to the forest.
- Mark Nichols
(Main Character of Specks of Dust)
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Random Writings
RandomThis is where I'm going to compile all of my short stories that never really made it past the draft. Also just really random writes. It's all really good though! Enjoy.
