Dear Bird, What the hell are you Always so happy about at four In The Morning... ? Sincerely, Shut Up, Am trying To Sleep... =P ;D — Pacifiersucker Copy Share Image
“Hard Times Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly Has stripped unending skies of all companions. Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked horizons Dumbly ring the bells of hugely gathering fears. Still, O bird, O sightless bird, Not… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
