Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away
Jessica SorensenThe guy behind the counter scratches his neck. โAre you being serious?โ Her face is stoic. โAbsolutely. I never kid about teddy bears.
Jessica SorensenNo. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.
Jessica Sorensen