I can be in love, and on guard, there are no rules.
It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.
Mist greets my cheeks, spirit full in a body weak. In this moment of rebirth, I sink closer to the earth. Fine cuts nearly forgotten from familiar firs once lost in. But those little daggers damage, leaving scars that never vanish. Sunlight treats every inch the same,... Continue Reading →