smiles which are so easily eroded.

joys which are always so ephemeral.

exuberance which has been long forgotten.

the flame within is flickering and smoldering incessantly, helpless against forces beyond it.

'So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.'

i did it. it took a simple click for me to cut off all connections.

goodbye to the one who once epitomized my romanticized ideals.