a wine and cherried bed sheet and the flowy white sheers.the perfect place to romanticise my thoughts and my reality.somehow the romantic part ends right after it starts.Picturesque?yea,well I mean I'd start off anywhere.sometimes I just don't know what to say and when to say it.This was one such awkwardly handled situation.ah,but life moves on!
we're this stranded group(two people qualify as a group,don't they?).doubled into this huge figureless entity.Expected to be put together.Well,we're not.
surprisingly, there isn't any smoke.just water.there's a terrible attempt at making some dish called Maggie.the phone,which won't ring.and a weak but working mind.
Let's say this wasn't a start.Let's just say we were trying to avoid what we can't define...I guess they call it reality.
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