Anxious. Endless. Nervous.
Does it ever stop? Do I want it to stop? I knew it was going to be hard. Actually I didn't. It was just a guess. I did know the difference was vast, and assumed.
How did I go through so many years like this? In a world chasing a cure, I guess it's hard to put a finger on this 'normal' that you seek.
Dawn and Love have a way of painting unimaginable things using love, a color previously unknown to be able to perform work. Can the book of Dusk and Sorrow perform anything beneficial using this... weight?
A beacon of hope from a generally dark place.
How did I go through so many years like this? In a world chasing a cure, I guess it's hard to put a finger on this 'normal' that you seek.
Dawn and Love have a way of painting unimaginable things using love, a color previously unknown to be able to perform work. Can the book of Dusk and Sorrow perform anything beneficial using this... weight?
A beacon of hope from a generally dark place.