life is great. my complaints are few. one being the beauty of fall always leaves too fast.. & then theres my lack of writing or being creative in general..

its been quite the year. & nearing the end of it I find myself flirting with ghosts yet again. one day I'll learn that just cuz I can see the potential for the best in someone doesnt mean they are or can be that person. the shadows they cast still play tricks on my heart..