..... because, midnights come calling for love... //caption// Midnights come calling for love, or so I've heard. After you're done dusting off those lazy memories, collect the petals as they shed themselves. Find the tiny glimpse of the mesh of a soul you have and run with it. Run for dear life. Because, midnights come calling for love. And love is, but a luxury you can't afford when those petals you collect so half heartedly, amount to nothing. You might have stacked away the honest darkness in blocks that could appear in front of you in the blink of an eye. But, do you want it?
