i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken
"I only know how to be sorry." He agrees. That's why together we are perfect. He's pretty certain he hasn't said this out loud, but his lips are static and the taste of blood is acting like a magnet, so he can't be certain.
Sweat and water which is brackish and thick with clay has turned the feather gray. It's heavy now, the lightness tarnished and rusted. "You have always been afraid of the water. Why do you risk drowning, after all this time? What's changed?"
Wings wide; a barrier. A question asked, like a test. Through sticky lips held shut with blood, it must be answered.
Sweat and water which is brackish and thick with clay has turned the feather gray. It's heavy now, the lightness tarnished and rusted. "You have always been afraid of the water. Why do you risk drowning, after all this time? What's changed?"
Wings wide; a barrier. A question asked, like a test. Through sticky lips held shut with blood, it must be answered.
THE LULLABY
give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
