by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Nov 16, 2013 7:01 am
She hesitated at the building she used to live at. She looked up at the sky then turned and smiled at him.
"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."