What did you hope for when hope was an option? Even the colour blind see blue bright sky. Through apple blossom white, and the green. An only love? A...
November now. Dark now. And always will be. April will withhold her light. We’ll hope but she will scorn our pleading. May will laugh at our writhing...
Wander. Wonder. Aimlessly. Drift. It's OK. You can. We all do. And nobody gets hurt. The loveless walk freely through the forest. Only the lucky ones...
I like beer. No, let me be honest, that’s probably an understatement. I really really really like beer. At least that’s what The Girlfriend would say...