by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Jan 29, 2013 5:33 am
"Help me sort these." Soldier said motioning to a large box filled with assorted pills of different colors,shapes,and sizes.
"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."