i always feel like i have so much to say until i sit down to write. i guess that's why i quit blogging before. there was too much to get out and no way to make words out of it.
the world goes around, and on, and i run after it trying desperately to find some connection most of the time. a song lyric or a line in a book or movie and can be perfect, fitting. however they're fleeting and gone just as quickly as they are noticed.
The Boarding House by The Pioneer Woman
3 days ago