: signed up for army camp. the only friend i had was a one eyed black and white male cat. as loyal as man's so called best friend and it watched me from afar as i went to my confined room. 8pm and it was pitch black. climb up the wooden steps. climb up they say. land-wines and barbedwires and it was thundering people. imagine : people falling from the sky with yellow helmets dead on the ground with their eyes bloodshot red staring up at you. imagine : the rays of sunshine bending in crooked jags. the scene snaps. father appeared on the screen of my mobile phone. and i run around looking for postcards. but all they ever sold were blue wedding cards. :
sound : the raging rain against my window pane. pain.
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