Could you blame me? I'm a fool for circles, cycles, repitition, and nostalgia. All things old blooming over. All the brown composte overcome by the most brilliant viridian green.
I apologize for my rash words, and possibly hurtful actions, but I stand behind them as truths that are constantly ignored. [Edit: 4:46] I remit my comment on the grounds that this is livejournal, and also something I'm not interested any further into.