“ They're the ones inside a soap bubble. Not me. ”
Just a tiny little pain,Three days of heavy rain,Three days of sunlight,Everything will be alright,Just a tiny little pain.
~ Antonia Michaelis
That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?
The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn't exist anymore.
You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.
