charmded

Most of us, Live in a world we don't want to touch. But how can it be helped? We're surrounded. Shrouded in a gossamer veil of light, or a thick curtain of darkness Sometimes, that veil allows the night's dull, black atmosphere to crowd it. Maybe the curtain lets in a pin-prick of light from a distant star. and if you make a move to touch either of these walls that seperates you, from the truths of reality, Crushed or blinded is all you'll get, because you've ripped the fabric of time, You tried to step into the future before it could even look at today. But you can't go back. Yesterday you were a different person. If you go