Here’s the spill, I think way too much for my own good, and I suppose I want someone who never gets tired of it. I suppose, “good luck” to me should be in order.

I think tonight, tonight was the night I’ve been waiting for – the music, the brush strokes, and all the familiar enjoyments right at the tip of my fingers. I was me again, not this sack doll of emotions, and senseless attachment. I remembered what it’s like to be me. And today called for a new home to place this wandering thoughts.

Hello, ❤ RaeRaes