The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
Too much happened too fast, like a plot twist in a book. But unlike the reader, I can't go back a few pages to reread and understand what happened.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
With my headphones on my head I'm moving forward, one day at a time.
I am in step with time and I think that time is surprised, not me.
This time of the year we all look back, we try and take our pitfalls with a pinch of salt, and ponder on all the wasted time
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
It's fine to use them, but it's dangerous to believe in them.
Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
I can honestly say that I believed those days were behind me.