I guess you can call me lucky.
I just need weed.
I hope to mix things up quite nicely, with some words so rather icey. May they shiver in your core, and make your bones oh so brittle, that the smallest turn will break them. May it shake you till you crumble. I never meant to disturb you in this slumber of the winter. But As the ice starts melting may you feel it from within you.
I never know what to believe anymore, people say some many things. Some I believe most I ignore.
Today is the Two Year anniversary of my Dad’s Death:(
I miss you Daddy.
