One of my uncles succumbed to the grain via the grain silo exploding as soon as he walked in and now he cant move any part of his body and can barely eat on his own but its okay because he was in the kkk and tried to invite my dad to join everytime we visited
I’ve been looking out the window for eighteen years. Dreaming about what it would feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything that I dreamed it would be?