"You'll be happy here." she said.
Shipwrecked on a desolate island with broken shells littering the shore. Endless rain as warm as tears. How do you survive?
Nightmares, cries of the innocent, train wrecks, the ceaseless TV.
How could he possibly find the soothing shelter that night provided? In his cocoon he lay, fearing the uncertainty of the inevitable.
The sterile moon, the wallpaper littered with two thousand eight hundred and fifty three balloons. This was his life. One, two, three, four...
It will always be like this.
He'll be happy here. She said. She said.
I have a goal. One day, one of my paintings will hang in a gallery.
Shipwrecked on a desolate island with broken shells littering the shore. Endless rain as warm as tears. How do you survive?
Nightmares, cries of the innocent, train wrecks, the ceaseless TV.
How could he possibly find the soothing shelter that night provided? In his cocoon he lay, fearing the uncertainty of the inevitable.
The sterile moon, the wallpaper littered with two thousand eight hundred and fifty three balloons. This was his life. One, two, three, four...
It will always be like this.
He'll be happy here. She said. She said.
I have a goal. One day, one of my paintings will hang in a gallery.
I like that little passage, whats that from?
Milk and Oreos, your in.