I write today of foolishness, of times I strayed away. From things that meant the world to me, the same things now disarrayed. I write today of love, of a heart I thought I knew. Of a time when undiscovered worlds, seemed pure with passion fuel.
My stupid fucking luck strikes again 🙂 I’ve been so blessed with luck these past 6 months it’s impossible. Even when I write my stupid fucking mind out on my blog something fucks it up and it gets deleted. I just found out that apparently comments were disabled, and three quarters of the text just disappeared. Just my luck :).