The air was still and the world was crashing down. The sky was shattered like an old pane of glass. The cracks were depicted by the lifeless trees. Their graven limbs appeared as the winding breaks in the steadily solid white sky.
i have this reaccuring dream that takes place on a bridge like this the ending always is the same, me in the water wondering if this should be a prioritu.fate maybe Plank Bridge, Cascille, Northern Ireland