I often find that inordinate emotions Are at the root of my downfall. But I’d rather feel too much Than nothing at all.
I observed with aimless but unwavering interest as Oscar gazed fruitlessly at his now increasingly tepid glass of scotch, moving his wrist with an air of arrogance that caused the drink to spiral. His shadow trembled against the wall, seemingly despising of its own master; Such an effect, Oscar seemed to have on most. “Well,… Continue reading Scotch
He is like a dream that never ends, Continuity on which the heart depends.