January 21, 2014
Sometimes I begin to search for my body, but it's never long before I give up.
Maybe, there is some part of me that likes it here in this library. Perhaps, I was meant to stay here and meander through the endless rows of bookshelves. Whenever these thoughts try to creep into my head, I remember Christian and his dream. I can't leave the earth for good until I take care of my unfinished business, and unfortunately, I have a lot of it.
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Diaries of A Lost Angel
FantasyAs he lay there I found myself paying no attention to the star speckled night sky, because I had found my own constellations in the freckles that dotted his cheeks. I did not search for a star shooting across the sky, instead I searched his eyes for...
