Dear life, I am yours for the taking so handle me with care.
Ah! but what is life, if not just one big misconceived idea of a strew of Oregon trails.
If my teens served me right, then maybe I’d be more deluded to the al a carte dine and wine served up by society, that a chosen few would call life.
I’m a little inclined to the notion that once upon a time, I was a passing cloud but now i’m more of a friendly storm, all nice and fluffy, a little moody sometimes but oh well it’s hard to be everbody’s cup of tea now, inn’t ?
So about me.. what can I say other than the fact that I’m an ongoing mystery even to myself.