infinitelyinfinite3 MT 18 years old Posts Fiction By infinitelyinfinite3 Keep On I walk, silent, my fingers sliding across the moist bark, knuckles brushing soft moss, the pads of my feet just barely making a sound against the leaves blown across the ground.My back aches. My knees creak.I keep on.
Fiction By infinitelyinfinite3 Keep On I walk, silent, my fingers sliding across the moist bark, knuckles brushing soft moss, the pads of my feet just barely making a sound against the leaves blown across the ground.My back aches. My knees creak.I keep on.
