[ For that he can say nothing. He can no more absolve someone else of the thing that he can't give himself. Can't make it better, can't make it go away. It'd be too hypocritical than he can accept for himself.
So he focuses on something he can, the little bit of advice he can give. The only thing that worked when his bones were shaking with cold. ]
Do you have something you like to do? Something that makes you happy? Or you can focus on?
living in ruins of the palace within my dreams - Post a comment
dancin' around the lies we tell