simonkelly

It is odd, the truth. But such is indeed the case. Tonight I feel well. Though my heart is torn by torment, and my mind is distressed by hindsight and guilt, nonetheless, I feel hope. Perhaps the cold of winter has numbed my sensibility, or the strain of heartbrokeness has drowned my sense of appropriatness... nonetheless, I know that I shall love again, and I know, that despite my weakness and my idiodic humaness, that to love is good, and such is the path that will dictates I shall take.

Or, perhaps, it is merely the cheap wine that speaks to me....

in vino veritas...