Romeo

I've met this guy before, I never liked him. He came around again last night, and he was still here when I got up.

He doesn't know if he wants to leave yet though, I'd ask him, but this one is out of my hands. You can't bark at the golden retriever forever.

So strange... dreams I mean, how you feel that the realistic ones will come to pass. Then they do, that's how it is.

It's quiet.