All the sad details of a 6 month hiatus, spent percautiuosly in a midnight reverie.
The bitterness of once believing; that things that make sense still tend to make sense leaves you bleeding; trust noone, trust nothing, especially your own perception of fate.
The bitterness of once believing; that things that make sense still tend to make sense leaves you bleeding; trust noone, trust nothing, especially your own perception of fate.
