ailments, soul stealing, & an eclipse funeral
“life, a round thing, is always ending and beginning. oh, to leave this plane like the lorax through that hole in the sky – a portal on the other side of which i can only imagine the expanse.” Love. Also love the last line.
“life, a round thing, is always ending and beginning. oh, to leave this plane like the lorax through that hole in the sky – a portal on the other side of which i can only imagine the expanse.” Love. Also love the last line.