Though night had surely wrapped it's sweet arms about us, a distant luminosity touched upon my studies. What a strange visitor we had that night.
The only name I have for someone who's always been there is taken, mine.
Though night had surely wrapped it's sweet arms about us, a distant luminosity touched upon my studies. What a strange visitor we had that night.
The only name I have for someone who's always been there is taken, mine.
I'm not to call him the visitor anymore, they say they've always been here.