The Happy Hobo.

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Dry eyes.

Woke up from the unfamiliar. This weekend has been too, for the lack of words, mind-boggling. I get the drift. Been getting it for a long time already, actually. There was just denial somewhere and melancholy on the dirt road. And yes, a massive amount of hope up in the air. But alas, this wakes me.

Things learned: respect moments, aboveall. Take chances, and by this I mean nick it whilst it's burning hot. Don't keep those words unheard. Go. Or else be sorry. 

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