by ~Phantasos~ » Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:52 am
She found a quiet corner in the lobby and sat down. She tucked her knees to her chest and hugged them.
"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."