I can't remember the last time I had an icecream cone, or the last time I felt the sands beneath my toes. I can't remember the last time I jumped into the sky and shouted out loud, but it's ok because I wont let anyone get me down, whoohoo
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
