There wasn't enough light in the underground so I had to feel my way out of the white tiled maze until I felt the misty rain carress my face. Its cold outside but I'm colder inside. The night mare gallops across the midnight sky with his chariots of fire blazing behind after him.

Mon ange, you were the bright spark soaring across the sky before you crashed onto this mortal world your broken wings in disarray weren't you?

Even angels fall sometimes but why are you still so far away from me?

breathe // dream

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