Mar 11, 2015
For every lit flame there is someone choking on smoke For every wild night there are sheets needing to be washed in the morning For every adventure there are aches and pains that grow old with you For every night spent lying awake dreaming there are mornings where it is too hard to get up Things balance out until they are not perfect and sometimes not even okay but they are never as bad as you imagine even if exhaustion sneaks up on you until you can't remember a full night of sleep or what the candle looked like before it was the puddle of wax you have to clean up
March 10 Or "Entropy"
