that night she had said,
"life doesn't give you answers".
and he had whispered
"you will find a way".
The sun sets early and the nights are long, I have often wondered "what would this morning bring?".
my heart yearns and my brain is void.
a tabula rasa it gets tricky like that.
the quite cold night only seems to drive the idea home, when the birds sing songs of "lost souls" and "confident minds".
For in what I believe in and practice I will dazzle🥴.
bee.
