Music:crown me king- getting dizzy with indrid cold
"the mountains sure do rear up like a claw. but this glacial trickle will do a number on them, if we can just be patient. if our hive can enter some kind of blissful hibernation. we'll need somebody to keep their eyes open though, to hit the defroster when all this has passed." thats what the queen said! good little myrmidon that i am i volunteered for the task! but with oxygen levels at such a low, what's a boy to do? stay home all day trying to catch his breath, i guess. you know how ghosts always seem to diffuse into being on television? how they just wisp into form slowly? thats not they way an angel passes by. they leap into form, like the flame on a struck match. they flicker to life in an instant. its funny the silence that breeds when you have a constant trouble. a constant memory i guess? its hardly a trouble, when i keeps me who i am. the ship's captain shouldn't damn his anchor so much now that i think about it. but it is jarring. struck across the face with a crowbar. i live my life like my limbs are dollops of honey barely clinging to the kernal of my heart. its probably a good thing i do wrath instead of math. those formulae would get disgusting in just a few moments. golly i don't know. there is the circle of the sky & all i want to do is tear it down around my ears.