Sunday, February 26, 2012

Call it a catch without any strings attached.


Sometimes we run out of things to say.  
So we don't talk.  
It doesn't mean we don't wish the world well or think of the other things often. 
It's just what life is. 
A wishing well... of people wishing each other well.






Call it quits or call lit something else.
Names are just names.
Places are just places.
And games are never an end result.






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