I’ve personally walked right up to Deaths door; knocked, and no one answered.
It was fucking cold today and I got a taste of something that I really love to do.
Then straight to something I thought I’d love to do and have now grow to dread.
Moments do come that love to remind me why I thought I’d love it so, and the moments are sweet and I feel light again. But as they say times flies when you’re having fun and…
POOF I contemplate every fucking reason I’m there and every fucking reason I keep coming back.