These empty pages fill my heart. almost like the lies that did us part. I’ve never been enough and the fact that I never will, is a scary thought. it seems the more that I try, the faster that I die the stronger that I grip, the more these stitches seem to rip. nothing I could ever do, could save me from this mind no matter what I leave behind, or how I mastermind, it all seems to find its way to shine.
Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,
Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,