Aug 09, 2010 14:40
Pale skin, lack of a proper body temperature, and various unusual desires. Were it not for the uncharacteristic reaction to sunlight, I could almost call this life as usual. A mild inconvenience, at best.
Still, I must wonder as to what the City believes itself to be playing at.
static beings,
what game is this?,
sparkling nobodies?,
the heart i no longer have,
voice