Something I wrote years ago and kept because it seemed very fitting of what I had been expierencing.
I really wonder sometimes if it "is" or "just-A-wait" or "tell him he's dreamin'!"
Life can be a waltz, life can be a twist, life can be a fortune, life can be a mist.
Remembering the past. Finding it. Moving on
Something to do with a 92 ft trajectory to be landed outside the express post box by a speeding car and at times wishing the very hell of previous lives to consume the villain. In short.
To the most gorgeous on high Michelley.( Geez I hate having to wait.)
