“Ahhh, the dilemma of purpose. Some walk through life never giving it a thought. Some live life as a cliffhanger. Some, like you, never quite know.”
Mysterious and beautiful. A place to escape. A place alive at night with numb, wandering souls. A place for us, my forever love.
It was Saturday when I set the explosives. The men in the white coats, they’ve been watching me.
Andromeda, the chained woman, screams to the heavens.
Slowly and with much bodily protest, Eleanore stooped to pick up the silver cufflinks, turning them in her palm.