I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
Always? Always. “I will love you always.”
It falls from my window, It drips from the sky, It fills my heart, It seeps from my eyes. It’s wet, It’s cold, It’s empty somehow, Yet one little drop… Revives. -Jae Lei Nyght