My curiosity is unending yet, nothing surprises me
Thought after thought after thought, I began to care less
Each moment passed, no different than the last
My mind a tome which the heart reads
Better alone it tells me
How can that be
Well sit with me and hear my story
I remember long ago I felt a feeling so beautiful and pure.. Then it was taken away from me and now I fear feeling it again.
I heard a tapping coming from afar, downstairs somewhere down there I could hear light footsteps creeping along the first floor. Mind full of doubt, I rose out of bed, opened the bedroom door quietly walking down the short corridor reaching the top of...