sweet dream melody, i knew of a love sweet as an angel but also a quiet mistress with a broken halo all of the flashing red lights were singing xoxo, but they should have been singing in my eyes SOS.
the quiet ones are the lonely the humble ones are usually the broken the brightest smiles have the darkest shadows the loudest laughs make the silence of their nights as the ones you build up as having everything in order, are the lives of people slowly falling apart.
New book coming, The echoes of the stories of ourselves