My life is but a series of plotlines

All played out. All to no end.

And if my writing serves some sort of purpose or provides meaning to someone somewhere, I’ll be happy.

So if these words speak to you, let them.

If what I write you can relate to, go right ahead.

And if I find that piece of me that went missing long ago along the way, then this will all make sense.

 

Here’s to you

Here’s to friends

Here’s to lust

Here’s to romance

Here’s to details once forgotten

Here’s to long nights and marlboros

Here’s to getting lost

Here’s to being found