A bit ago, i met a girl by chance. Over a bit of time, I started to be into her. I don't know why exactly, but I did. It's been so long since I've cared, and here I was with that feeling slowly washing ove me... And when I asked her, she told to me that she just recently was asked by someone else.
Some time passed some more, and we hung out, still friends... but that feeling never went away. kind of grew, instead... and a bit in her, too.
"Draw With Me."
We agreed that this shouldn't happen, that it wasn't supposed to happen.
So, I'm falling from a magnificent star with my melted wings. It sucks. Alot. But, I don't know, it's wierd. On the way down, i look back and I don't regret a single moment. Knowing me, I'm the kind of idiot who'd make another pair, and lock them up. Just in case I have the chance to fly again.

My writers block is lifting a bit, and I'm getting alot of photo ideas, too... but, the slacker bug's got my ass tight so I'll still be taking my time tossing them this way. Go, lazy, go!