The curse that I live with for the longest time demands selfish attention and an infinite amount of time. I was hoping to find like-minded people. I was hoping this would die a natural death. But everything is so much better with life.
I could never understand why I write sometimes. All these prolific nonsense. It’s a source of high, rhyme and reason. An outlet for yearning and disappointment.
These are the things you’ll find at andespoones.tumblr.com.
Thanks.
danDAman 