Story Reflection

The pub thinks my stories are getting longer. This one certainly bites the bit. I just wanted it to be magical, but I keep plotting the dip.

Melancholy, depression let's profess them today. Let's get the grim reaper into fast gear and sail away to Led Zeppelin on his cloud sledge.

This isn't a suicide note. I would be clear on that. This one is a happy ending; the skeleton smiles are all in the day clouds.

It's always testing you apart, looking for some magic answer to question how selfish is my heart?