Titles follow us wherever we go. We cannot escape them - trust me, I have tried. They proved to serve as an obstacle at first, but I soon conquered them.
But perhaps I should not have. For as much as I desired we could shed titles as simply as we shed our clothes, we cannot, and it was me luring you into this idealistic fantasy that caused us - you - to get burned.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
PoetryJust random stuff. Formally written (cus I suck at informal?) it's just my lil personal diary. (Most of this was written at 3 am)
