[Wad a night]

Irony be told. Futile efforts besieged the one who seeks to regain balance. Nice weather for a walk in the park.. Nicer weather for a jog back. Pitch black? Time stands for the broken hearted. Showered by her own tears.. Weeping: not an option but destiny. So true that preordained events usually spell D-I-A-S-T-E-R. So true, and yet so upsetting that the same sad tale be told twice in one night.. He had truly failed.