this anger owns me. it swallows me whole. this anger owns me. it swallows me whole. this anger owns me. it swallows me whole. this anger owns me. it swallows me whole. this anger owns me. it swallows me whole. this anger owns me.
perhaps it's like a child's curiosity observing her graceful gaze from afar, but also the books nearby... it was a fleeting truth. "I believe so... I miss reading... thoses. it's been ages. "
her gaze lifts from the book in hand, now falling upon @rotscalate. “ are you intrigued? ” the book is lifted, ornate cover proudly shown off. “ i find it to be a fascinating read. the times i've read this... my stars, i've lost count. ”