There’s something you lost somewhere, it seems, on a checkered battlefield or an empty suburban street, or maybe earlier than that. You should be looking, but you don’t know what it is, and anyway, it’s just easier to drift, like you always have, through the stream of time.
The new year comes and goes, the dull grey months and the temperamental spring – and then, with a gust of wind and a scattering of rain, in the heat of an early summer storm, it returns to you.
Homestuck, June Egbert
The new year comes and goes, the dull grey months and the temperamental spring – and then, with a gust of wind and a scattering of rain, in the heat of an early summer storm, it returns to you.