Thrasher of My High Horse
ellemac23: It shattered my senses like a broken wind. Too long has gone and too far I’ve traveled. The long step has been taken striding towards something sufficient. Sufficient enough to keep that wind from breaking my heart. Its fray sway diving into the underground. You, sir, the thrasher of my high horse. I stand tall, keeps me going. The nature of things, ...
ellemac23: The faulty frailties and floppy fumbling that makes up your ghastly days. I don’t understand. Incessant, excruciating, indivisible islands of opportunities. Islands in pieces of sand dotted. The sand and flakes flatten in mixtures of brown or gold, white or black, yellow or orange. It falls from my twiddling fingers like the collapsed wall landing as mush...