Send me your name and I’ll ship you with GOT7~
Ostani na svom putu čak i ako trebaš biti sam.
You know how you feel suffocated after you run out of all the water in your body, this waterless city today is the same. Even the blood that drips from the leaves have dried out. The leafless trees now roam the realm with nothing but a skeleton. Where once ruled a mighty river, there now resides dry red martian soil. Where we find fluid, turns out it’s not water, rather a thick black gel of a substance. The dream that once covered itself with all the colors of the spectrum, now blankets itself in the thick veil of darkness.
Were all the dreams supposed to end in darkness?
Couldn’t we end it in some other color instead?