tahere is a version where you still matter. Where your beaten heart is ~ beating still.midst the debris of the drawn charred bones of once exquisite poetic utterances,
But the heat wave we had here in western Europe has made me not enjoy any of the weather. And now it's started raining which i don't dislike but woke up in a wet tent. Tent wasn't that great but this was just depressing.
“TWow” she thought in her mind.HE SKY was beautiful with stars illuminating it as if it was a path to guide them. THE OCEAN reflected the stars lights beautiful as the tides collided with each other.