I LIKE TALKING TO MOTHS AND STICKS AND STRUDEL.
Prego.


The Premature Enlightened. The Premature Enlightened-----JulietThe Premature Enlightened. by ~alletiu
There's a shadow on my horizon
Too soon to say
Whether its there to sting
Or to revive
All you can say, is the truth that is written at your feet
That which you see and refuse to believe
Is what you owe to those who have been
When you're alone and you are creating
You can't make a legacy if you'll sell it for respect
There's a figure on the sphere
One of dark eyes and cold heart
A victim of winter's cruel hand
Offered me currency to an open road
Where I am neither dead nor alive
Neither low nor high
A chance at peace and solidarity
I can see where my love will take me
There's nothing m