Listening wasn't a one way process.
And maybe, just maybe, if someone had heard her earlier...
Things would be different.
But nobody knew her, and nobody saw her, and certainly nobody heard her.
Ah, there was someone. Just one. She forgets the name sometimes...but she does remember one thing - the blood it spilled was blue, and it dyed her beloved sea red.
|Last Updated||Sep 07, 2017|