Maybe it’s the rain.The clouds.The feeling of the chill creeping back into my bones.This is a season of sadness.An ever-immersive spiral staircase to nothing and everything.A true “fall” Some years I reach for autumn.As if the wind would be warmer and tears wouldn’t blur my vision. I sit.I’m still.Waiting.Always waiting but for what?“I am ok” … Continue reading Day 3,264
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