Delicate* posted a quote
April 11, 2015 9:58am UTC
There is a place where the wind steadily blows, And yet it never wears down on you. Where the storms come in from the East and the streets become empty, like a ghost town. Where leaves and dust sway like warning bella sounding their alarm. Where the great oak tree rustles in welcoming and metal grinds against metal, giving out it's cry. I'll be there someday. It is my own castle in the sky.
Delicate*