I keep thinking that if I could just keep busy enough, make more miles, get one more thing finished, go a little faster, that I could start getting over losing my wife, my lover, my Fantasy Dream Goddess, Kim Ford.
Then the sun goes down…
Everyone says it will get better with time, so why does it keep getting harder?
Sorry, not trying to sound like a bitch.
Just venting.
Then the sun goes down…
Everyone says it will get better with time, so why does it keep getting harder?
Sorry, not trying to sound like a bitch.
Just venting.


