iamzintle: The sailing of seas over the waiting period, see how far we have come my love you are my
iamzintle: The sailing of seas over the waiting period, see how far we have come my love you are my evening star. Death’s patron waits in the corners of this house, how did we fail each other time and time again? She no longer visits before dawn, but in the midst of family affairs. No one is at home can’t you feel the vibrations of your voice bounce along the walls of vacant halls? Know that love lives here even in the lakes of blood clots suffocating my lungs. -- source link