Like the mysteries of the night

[rustil_breathin]

What we see is not real. When we look below, there is more that they feel. The fake masks they apply every morning but reveal at night. They speak to me softly, telling me their biggest dreams, fears, and desires. The 'Keeper of The Night' is what they call me. I listen and whisper sweetly an answer to their problems. No thanks or sorry could ever

Comments

[cncrete_angel]

i like your writing <3

[rustil_breathin]

umm thanks