Blog Carnival. There is something wonderful in all things short-lived: it does not last long enough for the magic to wear off.
Those fleeting moments become the memories we tuck in the pockets of remembrance. Those are the same stories we fish out on nostalgic drunken nights to share to a friend or two.
Once upon a time, I allowed myself some recklessness. Fully aware that I wasn’t to be forever young, I took advantage of a time where I was at my most palatable. hah.
Let us pretend I wrote this drunk.