So I am currently operating on no job, no money, no clothes, (just Adam). HEHE. And now with my indulgent lifestyle being threatened I am filled with a sense of hopelessness and despair. Pride runs in the family and so does running from simplicity I now see. The moment everything falls into place we choose to run and focus on the imperfections. I am an imperfection. Yesterday's stint at an over-priced coffee joint awarded me with the space to breathe and to reignite something I thought I had already lost. Inking beautifully crafted words about a beautiful boy; I began to feel that you deserve more than I could ever offer you. Emotionally. I'm barely even doing anything about it: make it up. Oh woe is me. Moving on, I see we are all moving on to separate lives, separate loves, separate everythings from what we had years ago. I'd want you all to come back but it'd be selfish I suppose, so I'd just have to make do with this waiting. Consequence?The best you've ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
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