And so they survived. Another hour, another day. Living in fear of death, in fear of him. A woman and her daughter on their way home. But where was home? They say home is where the heart is. But what if you had no heart, it was ripped out, and lays in the place you’d least like to remember. Lays in a place of bad vibes, bad memories, and blood. All that’s left are two beings, two souls...
Fear is the worst enemy of creativity.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different...– Rita Mae Brown (via waveitaway)