Calliope lamictal sleep.
One of the professors looks like your brother.
You be the lighthouse in the storm; I'll be the ship with a thousand dead souls.
Seeing the footsteps I have taken upon what ground remains; there's a sense of contentness that follows happiness which is somehow more comforting in times of need and want and the utter beneath-the-breech-desperation of not-having. I have heard there is a man that can talk to the sea and call it out of its shell.
We are not dead inside. That is apparent.
Time is all we have; so take your time.
Ethereal.
You be the lighthouse in the storm; I'll be the ship with a thousand dead souls.
Seeing the footsteps I have taken upon what ground remains; there's a sense of contentness that follows happiness which is somehow more comforting in times of need and want and the utter beneath-the-breech-desperation of not-having. I have heard there is a man that can talk to the sea and call it out of its shell.
We are not dead inside. That is apparent.
Time is all we have; so take your time.
Ethereal.