Please don’t worry as I will make this one quick Just a confession that I am once again getting sick. I call it such when
Backyard BBQ Season
Should I be referred to as vain, or maybe egocentric? Nope, Listen, I’d rather be called superbly narcissistic. Always thinking that everyone is pulling
seedus demonus
It’s that gut turning deep-seated feeling when you wanna quit, break, and cry except you cannot find any good reason to as a consequence, the
message heard
NO. My mind has not resolved it’s usual reckless dashing be that as it may, no words have made their way to the page. So much
499 pieces
Love… A puzzle will never be completed with only 499 pieces no matter how smooth the talk of a salesman, value still decreases Still, there’s nothing
simulated memories
My imaginations fabrications take to me to a fairytale land in a parallel space Only my deep inner adolescence could give the come-on to such
