About this user
a wind behind me pushes me forward and i'm at the doorway of some giant old house but i can't see inside of it. there are no lights on. i reach up slowly and try the doorknob ...
there's a stairway in front of me, ancient, the steps bent with the memory of those who walked before. i look up and then for some reason i start walking up the stairs, i start walking up, the skin on my back crawlin', 'cause i know there's something alive up there.
something alive.
let's go see what it is.
the dreamtime
Age
55
Country
United States
Occupation
ha-ha-ha! will you get past that fuggin' question?
Schools
lyons township north
Interests
movies, drawing, long walks on the beach, holding hands, and gaining souls ... the usual ...