Inner conflicts ooze summertime sadness and sunshine.
She is sweet as sin, but sour for the soul.
She slowly succumbs to his shadow.
The second A Random Fact has come!! Find out a bit more about me.
The angst gnaws at me, but it drives me to create.
The knife draws across the skin, the pain blocks pain from deep within.
There is no substitute for inner peace.
Question of the day... We may be alive... but are we really living?