I Don't Care
Where You've Been

He couldn't complain about himself, his life, his past. He was happy go lucky. Sure, he had scars, flaws, family issues. Who didn't? Then again, who didn't? Who wasn't hurt emotionally? He was forever in search of a forever home, but at the same time he was forever a wanderer at heart. He couldn't sit still. His story began with the usual, a mom and a dad. Just not who raised him, sure they were blood but too many years of rain washed away his mark. Dad was gone, mom raised him forever to be happy - So with her death behind him he did so. For her. He moved forward for everyone's sake. He grew up, went searching one day and got hit by a thing - he didn't know what but it hurt. Still, nothing broken, nothing badly damaged. He ran off. Now he found his biggest obstacle, fitting in to a new place.

He was likable, he was lovable. He loved everyone - Unless you crossed him. He was walking for what seemed like forever, pep in each step. He was quite something, a deep rusted red pelt with black stockins, mask and mane. His tail dipped in white, eyes as gold as the last setting ray of sun over over a snow capped mountain. He strode on, eventually settling down by a calming lake. It was Spring, but he was ever warm like Summer air. Thus, his name. Summer Nights. As he lay, he watched the sun set over the lakes reflection, curled up under a tree. He didn't sleep during the nights, more so the late late night and early morning. He laid, as if waiting for something - There it was. The soft purples of the sky, stars glittering above. Crickets beginning to sing. He sighed in peace.



”Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me.”

How Many Miles
I Still Love You
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