Then one day it all comes apart. You’re chest is filled with loose change in place of your heart. Is it true what they say about nothing last forever? Or is just a coincidence that the universe thinks is clever? Not sure if I want to be in another’s sights anymore. I’ll be a hard target to hit, transparent to the core. Now, I’ll get back to me becoming who I was. My heart is on a hiatus, until I can get back to what this guy does.
~The gym use to be a big part of my single life. Time to go back home. These are pictures of me before my son’s, but I’m working on getting back to that 😎~