Change is the only constant. So are our moods. We never have the same thought riding in our veins all the time. Welcome to a rant ride. Sometimes through songs, sometimes through varied emotions and ways of expressions, carefully knitted to fit your mood. I bring to you your voice.
December has always been a lonesome gruesome child to me and I too am to it!
A letter from my end to the December I knew, I loved, and I will never forget.