“I never liked flying,” she said, she says, “you have to accept that death is a possibility once you buckle up.”Grim, what is this place, anyways? Golds and reds dance all around as higher and higher we climb until the clouds lay beside us.
“I never liked flying,” she said, she says, “you have to accept that death is a possibility once you buckle up.”Grim, what is this place, anyways? Golds and reds dance all around as higher and higher we climb until the clouds lay beside us.