 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
No, no. Maybe Calar wasn't wrong. It felt right again. Maybe she was just difficult.
They started to run, jostling through the terrified students, getting squashed and crammed in the sea of people.
__________________ 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. |