His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.
Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.
There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.
I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
where the world ends is where you must begin
The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.