Z BOOK WORM

 More kisses and hugs , giggles and askew sweet squeeks from my mouse jarring your heart from between the bones of your ribcage and sending it straight to Narnia

  It's strange to admit that folding socks is as tedious as it is calming. It fills one with a small sprinkle joy to find a lone sock its matching companion, cuffing the two together to make a pair. The end goal is to ensure each sock has it's partner. Maybe it's because you think no sock should be by itself or it will be sad, the underlying personification driving the compulsion. Or maybe you just don't want to wear mismatching socks when grabbing them in an early morning rush. 😁  Either way, no sock should ever have to be alone. 💪🏻 😂 

  Time is universal, a ticking omnipresent clock that never falters in its pace. No matter what place in this world you exist in, time still progresses. And that my friends is the sad truth. Time still goes forward, even when the pain you endure stings as if it were inflicted mere minutes ago. Time drags you forward, despite you kicking and screaming for it to stop for just one moment. Time waits for no one. So though time proceeds on till the chill in the air signifies the beginning of October, one ponders how can things go back to the way they once there were? How can the ignorance of the past exist when the memories of the truth pulse achingly beneath one's skin?