My Darling Buds of May.

'I close my eyes and try to peer into the future. On my left, I saw days upon days of lipstick and ticking clocks, dirty looks and quiet whisperings. And burning secrets that just won't ever die away. And on my right, what could I picture? The blue sky, the desert earth, stretching out into the eerie infinity. A beautiful never-ending nothing'

I like coffee and day dreaming about scenarios that would never actually happen. I sometimes write. But rarely.