It’s not always easy to be recklessly lovely. Actually, it can be hard as hell. Some people light up at the brief and rare run-in with a pleasant interaction. It’s a beautiful thing. Others act like dicks.
January 16, 2016
Some stay forever stuck in the pain of change. Moaning about the unfairness of it all. The tragedy. The horror. How the memory of heartache will forever be buried deep in the heart. Dark, damp, cold sadness.
And believe me, when I say that I love my darkness, I do not mean that I love to suffer.