Don't Stop Believing

I think there's something therapeutic to staying in an listening to the rain drops go pit pat on hard surfaces. makes one feel so.. zen.
I love lonely rainy days.

In The Bedroom After The War

decided it was about time to revive this sad excuse of a webpage.

and everything resets, back to what it was two years ago.
but I guess I've grown older, wiser, and yet again learnt more about myself. some things good, some bad, some I never thought I could ever have.

how come in life when you move forward it only seems as if you are actually taking three steps back?
I guess I'll have the next five years to mull this over.