Sometimes, the idea of the touch it too much. It's a inkling too tough to ignore, I know I promised myself... But myself is an idea of a diagram we burned down the day we knew this was more than just a test-run. I know I promised myself to the master, and then the master became the student. And now I'm an instructor of bad decision making, but a wonderful example of well-played faith.


Ideas are like scientific examples disproved, so well inflated with the want of truth. But in the end, someone wanted to know that they knew more than another. Just like a storm passing, the land is left to crawl over once you look to your left and realize you've been walking along, all this time, alone. So I was wary when asking of the relationship ties, what's wrong for a liar might be right for a mostly honest girl like me.