❝Is this the point where we give up? Now is this the point where we give in? Now is this the point where we turn ourselves in? Or is this the time to ask questions? Or is this the time to seek answers? Now is this the time to throw it all in?❞
❝They turn the lights down low, in shadows hiding from the world, only coming out when it gets cold. The seas part when they hit the floor, the voices carry on and out the door. Everything you touch turns into gold.❞
