by koda, » Sun Jun 26, 2016 9:43 am
"It get's so cold up here, it get's so lonely up here, I only have a few friends, but they never want to talk to me, they never answer? I often pretend they do, and then we have long conversations. Sometimes it looks like they are crying, almost as if they are melting.. But that can't be, they are real, they can't melt... Can they? I only live of the little food I have, and it's too cold to hunt for fish, the water is freezing, how can they possible live in that dark, deep, mysterious place? I hope god will take me and my friends with him to a better place, perhaps some place nice and warm."