Hellove

Good evening land of the los. Black eyes and battered hearts slithering with essays and projects leave this man gasping for air. Every good mother tells their child not to pick their scabs because they will fall of naturally. We trudge daily looking for purpose, whether it be in a fleeting moment of a lifetime of memories, sometimes its just nice to have a moment. Change is artifice, but we have trained our women to strive for the artificial. I've revere those who can simply turn the page and brush off the prior chapter. And I could spend my whole life looking for an identical but it takes two to fall.

And for my loyal readers of all whom do not exist, hellove and goodbye.