Life?Life. the taste of the word on my tongue has such a strange flavor. I know not how I can tell you dear reader (if any), how awfully beautiful life is. Now, I am a happy content person I assure you, but it seems to me like the world has dulled and things we do are simply things we've always done because we do.(sorry that's confusing) I am really trying to say what I feel but my emotions all want to rip out of me faster than I can type. You know the feeling? You have what you want to write planned but it constantly changes then, Bam! It's all it's own. Well that's me right now.... I love the idea of love and intend on writing a half decent one shot I guess, but this is a collection of random chapters of my literary whims oh do enjoy! And please I would love inspiration and will write near anything... next chapter I'll write a short story about well, anything I want.
