Death I picture in suspenders.
Some ships run aground so deeply that sometimes you forget the sea of \u200b\u200bever having been there. Ships run aground are the most proud are those who say "do not you dare tell me where I can or can not navigate."
The world decides where the water is, we decide what to get wet.
Speaking as a ghost: I too would prefer to infest a house. Being intangible does not mean not being lazy.
It 's a shame that the light should always come from somewhere. It seems so impatient. Ok when the light comes from behind your hair, as the fading of the molecules, but soft. Perhaps the light goes behind the home, as do snails.
