Hey. It’s been a minute hasn’t it?
I’ve been reading again and with reading comes writing, even if it’s doomed not to last. Nothing I do really lasts. I have adhd, seasonal depression and many other things that cause people to say I change like the leaves. Though I prefer to say like a feather in the wind. I float and fly and move and evolve. Everything evolves over time and all good things must eventually come to an end. So I’m writing this listening to the rain and saying, though a good think has left, maybe a new chapter awaits. You’ll just have to hold on and float with me.
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