prophecy + fence

there goes a prophecy etched in ink, scratched in faded pencil. it promises that one day, you will find yourself. (the details are, naturally, unclear) one day, it happens. there's no magical switch, no brilliant realization. it just happens. one sleepless night later there is a scheme in place. (it's gentle; oh-so-biting before you expect it)… Continue reading prophecy + fence