→ cagefight because i'm sick of not knowing who my friends are real or otherwise as opposed to everyone else a part of me is still connected to in the past
it's been a good run in this mangy place. see you on the flipside.
I confess that when it's raining, I open up that window towards the back of my house closest to the corner of the street where you turn, just in case you decide that you need a change of heart & clothes, a good pair of arms & a hot cup of coffee.