The blog kept stale for a while. I kept myself preoccupied with something which is never to late to get used to, an Addiction.
"Upstate, cloud cover and a story so strange, full of expressions and thirst covered in midst of blue, black and white. Bloodshed none, but yet it was the rush for it. The quench of thirst was equal in half, one for the rush and one the love. Every sunny day it kept on disappearing, the gems weren't worth the display to the needy and selfish remains of humans."
"He knew he was taking a risk, she wasn't one of them. The smell of her hair and the constant ciphers her brain was talking, it was difficult for him to part. He knew he was vegitarian. His survival was just on animal's blood, but there something missing ..."
I spectate this story daily, wishing to see a new expression; a new gem; a new motive. That defines my addiction, what is yours?
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