We sing our pains
into the rain
and hearts to match
We fear not the gale
as we seek the eye
we are the contra
tempest and tranquility
Current Residence: Your Basement|
Current Location: Behind You.
Status: A Figment of Your Imagination, Sustained by Your Thoughts.
Operating System: Humans 2.0 (horrid operating system, do not recommend.)
Personal Quote: Upholding the Willing Suspension of Disbelief.