Changing my mind.

In my end, I only regret to not regret. My heart is hers. And there is nothing I can do to change that…
Nor would I want to, she is, was, and will forever be this to me. Forever.

True reality.

Soy el polvo triturado modcule

Reality just hit me.

Time is now my overseer, only time.

Do I, did I, will I. Matter. Time destorys, time corrupts. Wish this pin prick would heal. Hey does it look infected? Does to me..

35 days.

400 more days. Maybe then just maybe. I pray for this, more now then ever..