Running naked through the tall grasses, no shoes, no breath, no exhaustion, no thirst, no thoughts, Just this hunger, drenched and clinging to me, I could attempt to peel it off, but I keep chasing – everything else intentionally lost or left behind, wilting and…

This silly thought once came to me, in Game of Thrones I want to be A friend of Arya Stark is “oh” or even wife of hot Jon Snow Could also be tough Cersie’s friend I might make her a lot of thrones Wise young…