Rendezvous
14 January 11 : 05.20 AM
I don't know when was it that I decided that poetry was irrelevant, emotions were shameful and feelings unnecessary. But there was a point (till now) where I chose practicality over idealism. Tonight as I read the words said to me by the people I love (but sadly, neglected), I fall right back in. But I have a feeling by daylight, it'll all be different again.
Priorities, priorities.