TROUBLE IS A FRIEND.

Maybe I’m getting old, time is catching up on me. September marks the very last of bridges I’ll burn and those that have been turned into ashes. How can one find gem in the ocean of minerals. Enlighten me, make me believe. Perfect when time stood still in the Summer of oh eight. No more Jook for now. I am not cut out for drama nation.

Chapter seven, served up cold. Pack your baggage. Life is a maze & love is a riddle. & I don't know why.