Myzx42

I had the most terrible dream last night. I was in my childhood home, the place where I spent all of my innocent years, before the endless neediness of the world eroded my sense of wonder and excitement about the possibilities of the future, and that innocent sense of wonder came back to me, but in a fleeting way which immediately left me desiring more, like snorting not enough cocaine. I stared out the window, now overcome with a rich and smothering melancholy. I stared at an open pasture, with an old decaying barn, surrounded by well tended fields, and nothing but a vast expanse of flat, well trimmed land for miles. It was dark and richly c