I Express Myself Through Writing
The once busy building has fallen into silence. Those who remain are devoted, good people who are waiting for the inevitable end.
Beyond at the pit of her stomach, a fluttering creature fastens its pace. The room is closing in.
Echoing footsteps perk her ears. The gentleman makes himself present through the door way...
Beyond at the pit of her stomach, a fluttering creature fastens its pace. The room is closing in.
Echoing footsteps perk her ears. The gentleman makes himself present through the door way...