The Moon looks nice tonight. It's bright. Full. Almost rejuvinating. For hours I can sit here in the nook of my tree, free from Umbra. Free from the dark corners and tight alleys. Free from the judgement and the looks of disgust. No one can touch me out here. No one can laugh at me. Can't spit on me. Can't hurt me. This world is mine. At night I am a King.
Created: Feb 22, 2011Holyhoopy Document Media