Nobody is pretty first thing in the morning. I heard that somewhere and I believe it for true.
We swung away at life, bulling through everything we encountered and survived it all, hitting homeruns, but striking out just as much. There have been births and deaths, wealth and poverty, lucidity and insanity. All wrapped neatly in the mundane.
Prices have been paid and I feel justified in finally following my dreams.
Nobody is pretty first thing in the morning. I heard that somewhere and it’s a lie. Today, she looks like she did ten years ago and I’ll keep swinging away with her.