Suddenly, it was all gone just as fast as it had come. Sometimes the days are long, but still feel like they end before they've begun.
It's a necessity to carry on merrily and that's fine to be as long as I can see the differences inside of me.
I find myself wondering just what the hell is wrong with me.
It's just about time to accept the fact that sometimes we just cannot go back.
The things we once took advantage of become things we have envy for; care, peace and love.
The doubting is dangerous. Danger is famous but not for an eccentric like me.