#ScaryStoriesIn5Words He whispered: “make me proud”
— Thought Jetty (@thoughtjetty) November 1, 2014
Was that sassy?
My sassy SMS translator
was not turned on.
Is not it profound how music and smell provoke memory? Talk unto a memory and be ridiculous, the past is no place to live. It captures me and tortures me because those faces I cannot see, those ears I will never have and their company never keep. Regret. The paths back exist all too vividly without form but without function too, it never gives in.
You could judge, we all do, but you'll probably be wrong. I judged. I got it wrong. Flaws make the shape. Learning is imperfect, classrooms aren't. Dreams make the life, make the path. Wisdom is earned. Find trouble, look for the wisdom. Not surely, but bruises are brown, purple, red, and yellow. Winning is just golden.