I am as dated as PM is to AM. I am described only by you and only by your understanding of where some certain stars should be.

To breathe, you needed to and thus it rained. Shell broken, homeless and very confident of you are not in Britain. Things change I guess.

Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder where will I get rid of this absurd feeling of misplacement. Then again how will I find home if I feel content. I am still just a boy. Probably an adorable man-boy. And love still hurts.