Immortality isn't what you think. It's being at the station when all the trains have already left. It's a long day that drags on forever. It's a still and murky pool, a seed that never grows into a tree.
Immortality isn't what you think. It's being at the station when all the trains have already left. It's a long day that drags on forever. It's a still and murky pool, a seed that never grows into a tree.
