The musings of a young adult. Mdash; Leave a comment. Mdash; Leave a comment. But for now it is all i have and i will bask in it. See we spend so much time worrying about things beyond our control, spend so much time tying to plant the roses, we have no time to watch them smell them. I get it, there is more to worry about that there is to celebrate, but i mean.

So of late I find myself thinking of vulnerable characters. But when I was writing this, I wondered to myself who among the two was really strong. You see, sometimes home can chew you up,. Into the cold, where anything is better than the shattering of your idea of love;. When you have both;.

How To Kill a Poet. The Hill of Lonely Trees. On How To Kill a Poet. On How To Kill a Poet. On How To Kill a Poet. Follow Ergo, Ego on WordPress. Not if I change my ways and confess my sin. My demons lurk forever just beneath the skin. Just let me drown and thank God I cannot swim. Now look at the mess you made.