Counting and Breathing



So, as usual, I am posting at the end of a story, rather than at its beginning. However, every ending is in it’s own essence another beginning, so take it as such.

I don’t listen to my head often enough in matters of the heart. ;P Even so, such matters escape me. So, I will ignore them, as best I can. Escapism as its finest: Work, and weekends. I suppose I need nothing more. 

Well… Perhaps a hobby.