Oh how wonderful we were.
At least, at times.
We argued so little in the begining that
Even on nights like this
When I have a strangers come on my sheets… 286 more words
Violet rose bushes line the concrete walking path.
At night, the orangish-white southern moonlight floods the gardens of paradise.
With a mere flap of their wings, holomorphic butterflies map eternities’s seashell lined shores where the twilight times never end. 196 more words
I’m not going to try and sugar coat this, I’m going through a rough patch right now and depression is really kicking my ass, I want to be as open and honest with you guys as possible and so I thought I’d share with you some journal excerpts I’ve written over the past couple of days. 1,370 more words