2.6.15 | 4.39PM
The hand I’m using to write this down will be cut off soon. Day after tomorrow, in particular. But I can still use a voice recognition software to save my thoughts virtually. Or, this I prefer, I can ask someone to write them down for me.
When you truly love something, you will always find a way for it. Remember that, bro.
The paper on the sidewalk contained that note. He ignited a dying flame in my discouraged heart. Now I wanna do theater again.
Daily Post’s Everything Changes.