crack a smile

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.