The Shadows in my head haunt the web...
I wrote long and hard tonightand I think I spotted Lord Byron, smiling from a dark corner of the room. Its funny when you are randomly surfing the weband you come across and image that you thought was just in your head
the place Im at, in the story of my epic poem, at this very moment
looks exactly like this.
ladymaze:
It is simply hard to be content with imperfection, sometimes.