Its a funny old world, innit?
A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was dirty, wounded, bleeding, and broken and she appeared like an angel--white robes, shining countenance, maybe even wings. She held me like she used to back when we were still in love and healed me with the touch of her hands. I woke up and went to work, the snow was almost melted. I got online and she was angry and out for my blood & guts with an eviscerating zeal.
Its a funny old world, innit?
Its a funny old world, innit?