I have been hearing your whispers. They visit me in my dreams, and leave feather kisses on my soul. I wish only to see you. To cast my eyes upon your face - the one who has captured my heart, while I have slept. drifting in your world. But you are locked behind a wall of thorns. Your heart is hidden, protected from your past. And so I know, I have no other choice, but to tear my skin on your memories.
