sexta-feira, 25 de julho de 2014

Doors of Death

What is really necessary to have on a night like this? We don't actually know. Maybe, if it's still possible, we might never know.

We don't talk. We don't seek. We don't listen to what can or could have been yelled before. No, we make our own paths through the Doors of Death.

Yes, we do.

But what, from Seven Heavens alike, would I have done there myself? Why should I go alone? Why can't I scream so loud and strong that only the ears of the greatest gods could barely hear it?

The answer again is no. Not a simple drop of water will change things. Not a single fix point on space and time will make ourselves the very same people we used to be. No, darlings. Not again.

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