I have taken what I cannot return. If only I could bend back the hands of that ageless clock and change the past. Ah, but alas, I am not the keeper of time, only a small part of history and the legacy of man's fall from grace. I'm sorry." -Danny Rolling I watch as Kayla glides through the warm air. The sun shines through the trees, catching the glitter on her cheeks each times she passes through the multiple tunnels of light that nature has created. She smiles as the euphoria spreads through her, moving her arms up and down slowly, mimicking a bird. “So, how’s shit going, man? I haven’t seen you in a while.” Shawn asks. I sigh as he pinches the skin of my back before sliding the hook through, “Good. Just work. That’s about it.” He laughs, “Yeah, I hear you there.” He inserts the rest of the hooks and I let out a sigh of gratitude as I stand, feeling the curved metal weighing down my skin.
