8 months ago..

… and life was so perfect, the air filled my lungs with the beauty of the forthcoming. The perfectness of yesterday is the idea of now and the idea of now is the wanting of tomorrow. For how long will I believe the cup is half full rather than half empty? Does the joys of life have an expiration day or is it only the milk in my fridge? I want to find the song with the perfect words but not even my prowess will give me a hand. Should this be the end of the chapter or the end of the book? Just find me John Denver with the song that I heard so long time ago…




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