sometimes its just so damn easy to slip into the past. and let me tell you, its a lukewarm, son of a gun, bittersweet place to be. my ultimate goal is make good memories so that in the future, when i do slip away, it'd be to a place filled with sunshine and love. i do apologize for my cheesy phrases. anyways, my days are getting colder; i love this coldness. but not when the toes are cold. hello, socks!
sure i can accept that we're going nowhere. but one last time, let's go there.