Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face.

It seems that the enemy of love, is life.

how many times has "timing" or another person ruined what was supposed to be a great love?


I don't know if it's "fate", "destiny", the universe or God, but there is an invisible obsticle blocking me from what is just out of reach. things that I think would bring me great happiness. no, not things. people.

however, this life is not over yet, there is still time;
I will tell myself that.

my mind and scope of imagination has kept me alive thus far, it shouldn't fail me now.