Madness string 682

Random mermaid
She cares not if her words are silent whispers, never to be seen by any caring eyes, everyone gone, gone, floating gently on coloured light, insubstantial - Dead? In the far reach of the universe a lone feline slumbers. Layered in Nightmares, she Dreams.

I'm a toothy-pillow manwhore. I've fondled so many seams. I lose count.