'quick, follow me';;;; all at once apparating and taking your hand. you hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes, don't you? i know i do when i'm with you . . . thats why i don't want you to see me until I sell my first album. and with that, even without speaking another word, they stepped through a different door. The door they always seemed to miss previous times through.
A man from the future told me to write a space opera here instead of a journal. he says when the time is right you'll find it.
 Akuneko · Fri Jul 15, 2011 @ 06:09am · 0 Comments |
