the sun comes out...

[dreamydaydream]

and the story ends.


Idealism is the catalyst to all progress

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
the wound that would not heal
it's the bitter taste of losing everything
that i have held so dear.

does anyone want to be my thinking buddy? AKA, listen to me ramble when I'm "thoughtful?"