No Wings [Max :: smile]

[info]nixe_eva


We were born with wings

We were made to fly


Don't try to wake me up even if the sun really does come out tomorrow [03]
No Wings [Angel :: memories]
[info]nixe_eva
[There are inkblots and the writing is smudged quite a few words are struck out or blotted out. It takes a few seconds before anything legible is actually written. Feel free to decide what struck out words are legible and what aren't.]

the whose blon men

Three bodies are In the House. One blonde Woman and Two Men. all are Dead.

[ooc: >>;; Hybrid's post from this log.]

She feels lost in her own life [05]
Wings [hands on hips :: akimbo]
[info]nixe_eva
Some food for thought:

If you're dreaming you're dreaming, are you dreaming or are you awake?

If you're in a world where nothing makes sense and you've forgotten what you suppose should be called home, do you belong in the forgotten place, or what you've been forced to make do with?

-Tabs

[scrawled in later]

P.S. Looking for Brooklyn-to-English translator. Apply within.

[writing is sloppy and each line is certainly not straight]

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