primusdux:

The dawn comes. 

I can feel it prying at the heavy curtains. The light cannot get in, but some semblance of it still snatches at my mind with dirty claws. 

I want a dog again. I don’t know what kind, but I miss the majesty and protection of Mojo.

Perhaps I will travel soon… or dream now.

Will I see mother soon?

Will the world forgive my arrogance….