What happened? I am not blooming, and you know that. Is this how amour prope treats their playfellows?
Life is weird. Making those precipitate was not what we had in mind. I am waiting, and I will be deferring it till your eyes meet the presumptive.
Are you listening?
Clearly not. Else I wouldn’t be writing this.
Well if you are, clearly bring a bit of melancholy to the surroundings. I haven’t heard the birds chirp in a while. Have you?
I haven’t had a good guffaw in a patch. Well, if you do hear me, let me through the orchestra’s of the fellow beginnings.
Life is what you make me.
Life is what you made me.