vittore

I've blown out my knee again.

I pushed myself a bit too hard, and that's what happens. I've been dancing every night for the past two months, and my body is finally revolting against me.

I have my ticket to Los Angeles for the weekend of Halloween, and all I can think of is, oh, how fitting.
There are so many ghosts wandering that city, and they're all too familiar.
I think that this time, however, I'll just tip my metaphorical hat, and walk past.

I keep telling myself, yeah, it'll be that easy.