Isolde
* * * What I once thought of love was just the first move of a game on the shore of darkness. On a cold night, I fell asleep peacefully between the walls I thought my house was safe. The last thing I remember the moment I closed my eyes was the moonlight that filtered through the curtain, my hands and feet and my mouth was tied
About Isolde
* * * What I once thought of love was just the first move of a game on the shore of darkness. On a cold night, I fell asleep peacefully between the walls I thought my house was safe. The last thing I remember the moment I closed my eyes was the moonlight that filtered through the curtain, my hands and feet and my mouth was tied