Shit comes and goes. Important things stay in life, while what was worthless leave with out looking back. I guess that's what everything is really all about, learning about your loss.
Shit comes and goes. Important things stay in life, while what was worthless leave with out looking back. I guess that's what everything is really all about, learning about your loss.
I guess when some things happen, you can always turn your head to poetry. Seems to always be my savior, no matter if you read or write it. I know that it'll always be there!
Exactly! So fun to share Yeatsian thoughts with a kindred spirit :). (Bumping this back up to the top because it got buried again on your feed.) Btw, thanks for reading and voting for our story. Please do not feel *any* obligation to read, etc., but if you are genuinely interested in it, I'd value your feedback.