Out of circut.
I've let my life fall from the pages.a month without it.A month to prove how horrible I am as a friend.A month to find new things, try to fall in love and try to get my path clear.I'm here for good. Art. Music. words. Letters are to be sent out and apologies to be found. I think that the future could be altered with the words I write in the form of letters, but a year and six months will show.I'm not sure why I was drawn back and I'm not sure what to say. I think I'll get on top of what has come to pass later, but for now I leave to let you wonder.