This is our year

How lucky an i to finally let my spirit free...

Rules For Writers

3.5

Three and some change: how many love cycles can you endure in one lifetime? The world may never know, or is still trying to find out. Whatever that number may be, it's sure to be an unhealthy burden. Investing in a private club where no one gets to come in or take a peek can be an eternity in bliss if you mix the right formula. Finding out you got it all wrong- well, at who's expense do you think that comes to? That's right, you guessed it. I'm not going to tell you, 'I told you so,' because I didnt, but you knew exactly what you were asking for. At many given times, you knew you got it wrong, and for some of your own ignorant reasons you thought defiance was your best bet. Don't you dare give me that look. But you're absolutely right- it takes two to tango.

this is not your epilogue

Been a while, think of this place and I begin to sink into my old seventeen year-old self. Nostalgia is the name but I can taste the feeling of it so clear. I feel it wrap around me and constricting me and suddenly I cant breathe. Things and places I can only see when my head goes back to that age, as soon as I snap out of it I black out all the memories. As I write this, even I can't believe it. I used to love writing so much, and for whatever reason I never came back. I'm trapped in so much turmoil that even I can't help myself from drowning. Seventeen has so much I block out and will never want to see again. If I revisit memory lane I dont know how I'll ever get out again. I won't let myself fall in my own trap again.

I think of you

And my heart breaks. 

Not my circus, still all of our problems

Theres too much shit hapenning in the world to be worrying about falling in love.

Where you go i will go