The night is darkest when dreams are brightest dancing in the heads of their masters, like bats dancing through the air, as the moons obscurity shines through, but still the night is dark
i just saw the face of the man that mad me and my mother runaway from our home and start a new life in another state. my blood was boiling, my heart was racing, my lungs felt like they were trying to dig them selfs out of my chest and my body was numb i couldnt move or speak and all of that from a picture on the web