saoft pieces of what still makes you whole.w summer cold slowly crawling in,
Iith fading memories of the life you lived,
Sn the hazy night, they will find you all alone
omeday these days will become “those days.”
IAf I should fall on that day I only pray, don’t fall awayIllow the ground to find its brutal way to me
Lf the wind turns, if I hit a squall
Iet me be your own
Sf these heights should bring my fall
Ioaring over a world you are carrying
do not have wings, love, I never will
Blagothkus proved to be quite the caring host—our days in the flying castle were spent feasting on worldly delicacies and witnessing breathtaking views of the mountaintops.
The solid waste was jammed deep into the narrow S-bend, completely choking the pipe. I didn't have a plunger. I lived alone in a old, converted brownstone, and the landlord hadn't gotten around to replacing the broken plumbing fixtures.