It is 1:45AM. Are you reading this Grey?
Nope! Impossible.
Remember when there were seven suns in the sky? When we could only see when the sandstorms came and blocked out the white?
I remember. So hot the air would boil black...exhaling incinerated steam...
Exhaling incinerated steam..
What are you eating for breakfast tomorrow?
Two eggs
I love you
I love you too