Marzeppa

Little Life

Life, or that which we make of it, is oddly triumphant.
That is to say, when things are rocky they tend to smooth
themselves.
Introspection isn't overrated, its just misunderstood. I
think that we're all strangers to one another. Self
absorbed beings if you will, tuned only to the emotions
centralized within ourselves. Hands thrust in pockets of
self affection.
What is life without danger?