Tragically Hopelessly Endlessly – ‘Prologue’

Sometimes I imagine that we’re lovers tragically fated throughout time,

Always hopelessly repeating our meetings, our feelings.

Endlessly reincarnated together. 

It’s short I know, but this the ‘prologue’ to the piece I mentioned earlier. I was never a big fan of autobiographies, but people say you should write what you know, and what I know are ridiculously weird, sometimes hilarious and sometimes tragic lot stories. This is not the start of an autobiographical piece, but it would be a good idea to say I drew heavily from experiences and then tailored them into something suitable for a good story. This short little blip is to set the tone for the piece. Life updates later! Oh blogging, I love thee.