duncan
South African
I'm storing these thoughts until I can figure them out. Until they become nostalgic and wash over me as a sea of regret or a smile on my face. Entire nights spent staring at the ceiling compressed into a few clicks of a keyboard which might someday find the eyes of someone that won't bother reading to the end or someone that will completely fall in love with the idea of me, just the idea, only to be disappointed by the difference between the person I was when the keyboard clicked and the person sitting here with a smile on his face while he waits for the wave of regret to finish.
