When you leave, there will be caves carved out of people. They'll sing and dance in these caves to try and fill all the hollow you took with you.
(OliviousMaximus) Time flies and you’re still sequestered in my mind. Trapped and flustered because i hold you dear, though you’re nowhere near. I fear that you’ve forgotten about those past years, when your splitting thighs widens my eyes and we’re both hitting high notes, that pierce the ears of itsy-bitsy zygotes.