Leaving something for the next generation is like writing your name on a foggy glass which disappears as the glass clears. It doesn't matter.
The truth is, Valentine's is great for those of us who watch. But there's a thorn on every rose.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
We never really take the 'new' in New Year seriously do we? I know I don't.
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.
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.
We're so afraid of insanity we drive ourselves insane.
When you're left with no choice but to wait, doing what you planned to do isn't an option.