pace under the moonless starless nightsky.
what's with physics. and maths. screw.



so it's 19th huh?
well where's the certainty in this. oh here it is.
but we'd damn well not crash through 9 and 3/4 and find everything to be just golden plated.
So it goes first love grows then it does, and its all white lies.
but let's not fret this early and I'll just eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes.
life's sweet (: