 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
Calar was on edge in Algebra. The sky outside seemed so ominous, even to the humans around him, he sensed. The thick, black clouds were rolling in fast. Not long till the thunder and lightning.
__________________ And run from them, from them, with no direction, We'll run from them, from them, with no conviction. Cause I'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly, I don't need no roads, in fact, they follow me. |