Introductory words about everything in particular.

Actions make loneliness.

Touches upon the selfish side we sometimes can't help but to show...even to our so called loved ones...out of necessity or sweet ignorance, I don't know.

Because I've yet to find the reason behind this cycle.

Also the aftermath of a horrible case of writer's block. I think anybody can relate...what do you do when people have already made your plans?

That's what it was like, writing this. Maybe some feelings are just too complex to accurately capture on the first try...or the second...third...fourth.....

forged at night...

you wouldn't understand.

Where to once it is all gone...?

If only people knew just how many secrets I keep in my pockets.