"I think we could have been lovers, you know, real lovers, the kind that make coffee for each other and read the same books."
I’m back. Albeit summer blues and autumn ruses colour my fancies into dusky regrets and words string together without purposeful meaning but here I am.
My life is a balancing act
tipsy turvy, topsy lopsy… spinning around and around to see how far I can throw myself down into a fantastic mess of nothingness. Worthlessness.