July 2011
2 posts
F.Y.F.
There are parenthesis in life that when you look back, seem wonderfully fuzzy. Bits that haunt your mind in impulses, not in any particular order but randomly splendid, as if suggesting it may have been pure fantasy. And you have to ask yourself, was I actually there…and was it really that magical?
The answer whispers its name, ignoring that you can’t afford to veer off into...
