Stilted ideas about what life should be. Perfect predictions that lead to let downs and major scrapes on what should have been your cushy ride to the coast. Is this all true? Does what we see tell our mind and heart how to react to the cold night or the warm sun? Sometimes it might be better to be senseless or hopeless or worthless. Good thing “sometimes” is a word not spoken amongst friends or your faith.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 