I know it should always be the I me at first But when i have found him And we have been a we Everything has changed So for now I could not and would never be I without him anymore
Geese scrambling on the roof scratching uncertainly. Seeking balance. Steady purchase on a ceiling peak: perched. Finding home, flocks frayed by the Four winds and Fate. Honking hellos and goodbyes. HONK HONK