by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:37 am
Soldier smiled and stood up. His hair stuck out in all directions.
"Your sister is there. My friends are there." Jessica replied.
(Yeah)
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."