*A city of starlight, fading away.
The wind carries whispers that still tend to stray.
A romance for two, and yet so cliche.
So passes the night to dawn, to day.* --C
The wind carries whispers that still tend to stray.
A romance for two, and yet so cliche.
So passes the night to dawn, to day.* --C
Today is November 25th, 329th day of the year.
There are 36 days left until the end of the year, and 45 more days until
time itself ceases to exist.
I finally found the one I won't need my wings for when I jump off the cliff...
because he'd catch me.
But society strikes again. And life will die within.
