Conorton

Wait, this isn't where I parked my horse...

    You help me not stub my toes in the dark. These are the words spoken to me by a stranger sitting next to me who I've known all my life. Yet all I can think about is leaves falling from the sky.

  Specifically, why they don't, and how I wish they would. Sitting with my shade is more entertaining than listening to you, but only when I'm with you. Pull me away, or push me closer, I don't care, as long as we end up in the forest.

God works on the top floor, visiting hours between six and seven.

    It’s easy to get lost in the flow of things, and forget who you are. One day everything is going great and you’re with your friends and everyone’s having a good time. Then the next day you’re working again and everyone’s complaining. This is a cycle, and it can get tiresome. Weekends are only kickass because they come every so often.

This is my sad face.

    When I was three, I owned a dog. I say “I owned a dog”, because my parents were too obsessed with me to pay any attention to the dog. They named him Fido, and they would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for my inner hipster screaming at me. Everyone names their dog Fido, so I named ours Kitty. Rebel status.