Posted on September 9, 2009 at 10:46am
Oct. 16, 2012
It's morning. We are docked at some place I can't recognize, my nerves are frazzled, and I’m slowly feeling the "walls" close in.
It's cold in my hand; the chilly temperature has the steel as icy as the water we float on. Tense feelings of anger, depression, and sadness fill every inch of my being, the loss of life that I could have prevented if I had just planned better. Worm would still be here now if I had just had a clearer head. That, is the one thing I… Continue