Emerging this weekend from the deep down bottomless pit of hell, I stand here on my own all alone and hard as a rock. I can’t let them pull me down into the lava of a burning sensation. I have been fighting every thought from that bleeding inferno that claimed me for this weekend, and it has left me without an ounce of breath. But I stand on the rock. Still there is a long dry road ahead that promises to be full of thorns. I fear that each and every one of those spikes will claim a small piece... Sign in to see full entry.