I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.
A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.
And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.
Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?
The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.