The Terrors of the Entire F*cking World - Prelude
Prelude - An old-timer has his fun His breath steamed against the cold bathroom mirror. He watched, with his forehead pressed against it, each exerted breath fatten each of the drops, until they ran and filled the mirror's cracks. His own image...
My bus’s ceiling is breathing at me
I find it really difficult to get excited about much these days, It's like living inside a vacuum filter when the carpet is full of life and letting it in would risk suffocating me. I find once wonderful things are just leaving me...