We find, we ignore, we shout, we stun - love... Life always comes full circle, so wht's the fun? Metropolitan living and strings of ragged greetings, shanty games of promise and preenings... Dark party make up and fake nuances, life for living needs no responses, Penning this makes me feel ill, but it's not my will, grasshopper feelings emerge, rubble of emotions sweep my weepy hill, has Life had its fill ?--
This blog is the chalk with which i dirty the black board of opinion; whats YOURS ???