Life is a splendid thing to indulge in...

{{HI FELLAS, GUESS WHO’S BACK IN ACTION.THIS CHICK. Sorry again about the long as hell absence, this semester really kicked my ass. But I’m here again, on all of my blogs. I plan on dropping most of my old threads, but if you’d like to keep ours going, just give me a little message or I’ll give you a little message if I do. Step one, however, is clean up this blog. Hope you are all doing well, Jo~}}

“Fresh air doesn’t do much for my lungs, but it’s great for my mind. They’re quiet tonight too. Beckett, right? I’ve read your work, but never had the pleasure.”

        “I see once again my reputation precedes me. Beckett is correct, madam.” Ah, both a blessing and a curse that one. The element of surprise was something he hadn’t had in some time. “Rather a pain when you need them to tell you something.”

 “Thus was the the pre-war way for museums.” Large, Airy, filled with people and art or trash from by gone eras. Of course, back then, the building they stood in was in my better condition. Sans rubble and what not. 

   {{Hi everyone! Monday I start classes up again and I’m working all this weekend so activity here, and on all my other blogs, will be greatly diminished. Semi-Hiatus till the end of the semester. So yeahhh, Hope you all have a lovely evening.}}

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.