Canon. 1111 words of sad.

Sometimes, when it gets really bad and the whiskey hits me just right, I think back to that first time… I go over it all in my mind, all the different moves that allowed that first time to come to pass, and I wonder what my life woulda been like if even one of those moves hadn’t happened, or had come about in a slightly ( Read more... )

There was some open space between what he knew and what he wanted to believe, making him wonder about the messages in his dreams…

( Read more... )