Let's say enough of being confused and not doing anything about it.
I think my compass must be broken or faulty or stuck.
Head up, lungs breathe deep. I'm over exhaustion.
Always running away from the faint smell of desperation as time ticks like a pace horse that I just can't keep up to.
Forget the seasons changing, I'm changing too.
For the better, I might add.
I love love. I love silence. I love the feeling of these keys kissing my finger tips as I write this.