people's hearts are like deep wells. no one knows what's at the bottom, all you can do is guess from what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
even so, only the superficial & light stuff surfaces. all the heavyweight stuff remains at the very bottom.
xx
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I love clichés; no matter how clichéd that may sound.
I will be good for nothing if not for gibberish writing.
My modus operandi is never constant; People learn to live with that.
I live for the here and now that feels right and feels good.
Float along with me through teasing zephyrs and drift along into sweet oblivion.
Life is like a child on crack, but we get used to it after awhile.
C'est la vie, mon chéri. xx
