Lost. For Now.
After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing.
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Just a little confession
A jump is not as it seems sometimes.
I feel lost more often than you think.
Love lived is almost always a love lost, but what good does that do?
48 days of broken heart. 48 days of shattered emotions.
I want to write love stories.
Struggling to finish a story i'm working on and this is what came of it.
Confusion. Choices. Decisions.
"Honey, can you hand me the map, please?"
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