“Keep walking. If I look back I am lost. Memories walked with her. Clouds seen from above. Horses small as ants thundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again?"
currently reading : The Farseer Trilogy by Robin Hobb
I love to talk about nothing. it’s the only thing I know anything about.