I want to soar. But my heart, weighed down by a lie, will not allow it. I remain sore. Not by choice, but by design. A design, not my own, but of my own making.
This is a game of apples to apples that was played at the Costello's house a week or two ago. It included the card that I wrote 'Jim Costello' on almost a year ago. My card was freckles... God I love the redheads, although Pyros are pretty dangerous too.