centuries of walking through this world like a ghost, empty and searching. and then i turn a corner and there she is, the other half of my wings, and suddenly every lonely step was worth it. that's not poetry, that's just what happened.
centuries of walking through this world like a ghost, empty and searching. and then i turn a corner and there she is, the other half of my wings, and suddenly every lonely step was worth it. that's not poetry, that's just what happened.