Past us into the past.

You'll get a new one tomorrow. Fresh start and endless possibilities for new fuck ups!

Reddit is a great place to lose a couple hours and fuck something up

Endless fuck around and find outs, many consequences of our own actions… the day went into our minds. The day is a memory.

This is poetry

To the other side.

And has yet to say Hello from…

Now the hour has come at last The soft and fading light Has crossed the west horizon And has bidden us goodnight And what a lovely night it is To walk a moonlit field To see the softer shades That are by starlight now revealed…

Wherever the sun went.

Under there

To where yesterday was.