Good days were gone.
Love was nothing but a past out of grasp, but visitations were granted in someone's grieving memory.
Oh, poorly lit soul!
Over the deeds were lessons and scars for a reason, some were known most were not, please. . .
Move a little from the moment the clock struck at 12:00.
You must have the will to lit the torch and embrace life and its challenges like you used to, when there was an innocent and hopeful--you.
