Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the daemon, I shall fear nothing. For I am what the daemon fears.
;-; i miss her. A wonderful soul, her beauty knows no bound. She wasn't what i would call the prettiest of them all, but she was the best of them all. A soul who's heart is as beautiful as she is, she's everything a man could ever ask for. But now not even her name do i recall. Her face is ever fading from my sight and she's ever so impossible to grasp once more. For she was nothing more, than a dream.
Also, my brain is probably telling me to get a gf. Still ;-;
DAAAAAMN YOU BRAIN!!!!!!!!!
I'll never forget her, even if how she looks totally fade away from my memory. She might be a representation of someone whom i never met before, but fated to cross in the future.
PS : no sax was involved.