Life As Fjizzle: Cold Departure of Chubby Chops
Often, one hopes for the best, but unfortunately, what we get is the flip side. The other side of happiness, the other side of joy, togetherness, and oneness. It just doesn’t work out as thought, and leaves a crack in the heart. It aches further as the night chameleons to day and the week transcends into months, you desire those heartwarming moments once again, but it’s gone. Gone with the wind, gone with the moment as you stare at the cold departure of warmth, a safe space. Fjizzle You can’t really explain, but you just have to admit that it’s gone. Gone for the best, gone to find rest in the ethereal , finding solace among vigor and essence of another. Life is fickle. What once tickled and chuckled now has you hooked in a crossroads, contemplating what’s really worth fighting for or simply coming to terms with the cold departure of the scintillating chubby chops chopsticks you enjoyed chewing often. Wallflower You pounced on it as it viciou...