I opened up my rugged cardboard box
Within lay the years of my imperfect life
Randomly mixed up and assorted
Jig-sawed into a thousand individual pieces… 49 more words
Learning to love your own company is the key to being alone, and happy.
Sure, no man is an island. I totally agree to that. I don’t expect myself to grow old alone and die without at least having one person cry over my death bed. 1,175 more words