Sep 23, 2008 10:48
Because of that music, I am remembering songs I have not heard for a long time. At least I am not compelled to sing.
Autumn is here. In my world, in the Undercity, we would be preparing for a festival to celebrate our independence from the Scourge. Another year of survival.
I have been at Econtra for over a month. In another month, I am certain I will still be here. Your reassurances that I will return a moment after I left do not soothe me. So many things would go wrong in my absence.
But there is nothing I can do about that.
Please, if you're going to reply, write to me. Don't sing.
reflection,
plot: singing,
written