Vox Imports


Imagine if the rain that drenched you to the bone left your neighbours dry. Imagine if the temple you built with wet and shaking hands made no one kneel at all, and you're the only one crouched on the floor whispering to the empty halls Will no one come at all? Imagine looking down in the waning moon. Imagine the stone  black and cool.. and plain and ugly in their eyes and yours the only ones upturned and waiting waiting for the light and imagine giving up to turn and think of going home to find the angel flown away. And black. And no one there and nowhere light. And no home left at all.


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