 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
They broke through the thick, black storm clouds with a feeling like reaching the surface, rising up from the sea bed. But the speed they were travelling at, it made it hard to breath.
The past, present and future blurred past in a bright spectrum of colour. Calar knew it was safe to loosen his grip on Lucy, and did so gingerly.
__________________ 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. |