Town and back

I wonder if the full moon gazes at our presence and if it is admired by our beautiful eyes, our personality or how we spoke. I pray the wolfs that came with the full moon fed of our hurt instead of feeding off our hearts. Be it life be it death or be it a shot of vodka if we’re happy then we’re happy, no rocket science to it.

I found myself talking to my past, believe you me karma keeps whispering advising me to calm her. Is this really the life I chose to live never saw this picture and how could I hit the ball when the pitcher threw it to the left?

Daily losing myself to the music finders keepers and these broken artists keep selling their records to me.