finds_its_way_into_our_room this should be rillian moonlight spills across the quilt my grandmother made. i'm awake when i shouldn't be, finding beauty sneaking past the curtains like music playing when i'm asleep, making shadows of the both of us. your head with my body. 040212 ... silentbob Her: Do i have something in my teeth? Me: Am i being bathed in red light? 040213 ... raze sound slips through every crack and crevice, flooding the space with something less than light and twice as strident. the_quiet_is_loud. 250317 what's it to you? who go blather from