Don’t be sad when the sun goes down
You’ll wake up and I’m not around
I’ve got to go…
We still have the summer after all.
Summer once again. With new friends, smiles, fun times and lets face it, your life is just awesome because you actually have one.
Meeting new people as wells as rekindling old friendships becomes the highlight, and while squeezing work and responsibilities in between, you can be assured that your week will always end with a ton of smiles and thrills.
The irony though, is when you don’t account for variable change. When everything seems to be going smoothly, a surprise from an unexpected leaves you at a cliffhanger: to follow or to lead. Considering the stakes one may risk, weighed out by the passionate desire for a summer filled with fun and endless playfulness, it dawned on me the urgency of the matter.
Since the summer is only temporary and limited, everything within — every action, every thought — becomes inevitably more urgent and necessary. Given that if this were a permanent holiday, we’d have all the time in the world for playful bantering, secret smiles, cheeky chuckles… yet all things considered, this is what they, (the rest of the world), would call
A Summer Fling.
Then comes the matter of those involved. Without evidence, or reasonable doubt, there’d be no reason to arouse suspicion.
Suppose the accused and the defense meet, with the jury being the impartial judge. Hard to predict a case as such, also one can argue that the accused has a much more substantial argument than the defense, and unless the defense and file for a relatively manipulative DA, sooner or later it will become evident that the most manipulative side happens to be the accused.
On the other hand, the thrill and secrecy of knowing that the accused may possibly be ripped to shreds is, in a sense, masochistically delightful.
Nothing hotter than someone who knows exactly what they want, with the knowledgeable capacity to cover their tracks.
And with light shone on this entry, it’s only a matter of time before questions arise. But as stated above, without reasonable doubt or evidentiary support, there is no way of knowing exactly why life is the way it is.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
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haley williams is pretty fit.