"Receiving love doesnt mean you have itCovering time doesnt mean it passesBreathing doesnt mean you live."                                 -Tablo  Foreword The sky let out an angry growl with contempt for my helpless soul, thundering loudly to the heartbeat of mine. The quiet contemplation took longer than I expected as my heart went haphazard at his sonorous voice, offering his heart to be kept in my soul. "Beautiful, isnt it?" I touched the casement, dismissing the shattering sound deep in my sore heart. Strings that were lingering around the puppet were pulled slightly. The puppet’s eyes begged for help but her lips wrapped around the puppeteer every word. A smirk was curved up on his dazzling lips as he introduced himself- the ventriloquist.     "stereodelic ; reviews" - heres the review for strings