The Escape, The Journey: The Contemplation

Let's see where this goes.

Well, for one, it's Valentine The Thirteenth for a lot of people who are under the age of Eighteen.......
Like me.........

But yeah,

Straight up, this Valentine is going to be something strange simply because I have no idea if it's going to be a regular one (regular being you don't get a damn thing) or an interesting day(interesting being unpredictable, which you'd think would be every Valentine).

Don't you just love Love?

She'll either meet you at the front door or [throw] you out the back.

(On some Uncle Phil shit. lol)

Never once revealing her true feelings. You have to find them.

Marinate on that.

Even if you were told "I Love You", what did you do in order to get to that point?

Did you jump over leaps and bounds, dodging temptations and feeling need to aim for the challenge instead of accepting the handout?

Did you simply wake up, enacted your morning routines, and head towards your day's destination?

Or was it a mixture of the two?

Me?

Won't tell.

I'ma let whatever perception of my emotions you have manifest itself (what's with this fool and the big words?) based on what was said in The Return Of The Writer.

....................
Damn. Where did I start?

*Rereads*

Wow.

I guess I only have three more things to say:

Valentine's Day Is A Day Where You Can't Be A Loner. Period

The Only Reason I'm Able To Think About All Of This Is Because I Have No Girl, And No Monet.
(And "If Ain't You Got No Ends, You Won't Be Getting No Skins.")

Last Off:


- Welcome To The Contemplation

(The blue rose is a thing of mine.)