I constantly feel like a wildflower kind of friend.
You know this, I've said this before.
I come into your life, just at the right time, and then I leave.
I've been described as such.
Some come into your life for a reason
Others for a season.
So I hope to be someone's autumn, spring, summer or winter.
My favorite season is fall.
I'll fall into your life and right out in perfect sync.
I think that's why I sometimes I anticipate my death.
It's my ultimate wildflower moment.
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
