Walking only hurts you in the end...
Every so often I get a hit of regret. It goes back like Rumpleminze and Jaeger, sickly sweet, burning the throat, blurring judgment. i just can't figure out how I can be in the best place and the worst place at the same time. I just wish you could throw it away, but that'd only make the holes bigger. I can't wait till I'm old enough to forget. Or maybe I just need a drink.