There's mystery to every sunset, but I'm no sunset.There's fear to every darkness, but I'm not afraid.There is doubt to every love, but I'm not in doubt.Everything is eventual, as some would say. Sometimes, I just think we forget who we are. That's that.Let's remember, then, our sunsets, our darknesses, and our sweet old loves.You never really miss those things until they're gone, anyways.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Lucifer, and ask him what the hell was going through his head. (No pun intended)
