I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew
Maybe all crows were just creepy.
Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.
Running to stand still -Lena
Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers