As he walked down the narrow alley, his eyes blazed with rage, thoughts racing through his head. He stared down at his hands, grazed with grime and the soil of his father's land. As he clutch his heart, tears from blood-shot eyes streamed down like rain from the heavens. Agony was in his veins, hatred was pulsating through his blood. Not knowing the feeling, not embracing the distaste of life, he stared out into the wide open street, lit with street lamps and the headlights of passing vehicles, only one word had he ever chose to utter, only one that seemed to answer his question. Only one that seemed to make him ponder, and puase.
Why?
9:30 PM endless winter tales of life has ended, for now.
