Time passes and things are forgotten, but can always be rediscovered.
Love fades and shifts like the sun, casting its light from one to another to another.
Old scars reopen and new ones appear— I wish they didn't do that.
This opens a new chapter of sorts
YOU ARE READING
Writings, Monolouges and More!
AcakWhen I start writing and have no story to go with it, this is were it comes to die.
