Absolutely
Nothing.
The leaves change color, and the waves crash on course. . . As the ripples spread they weaken. . .
Right now I have so much darkness it's scary, really, to me. Which is unusual in itself, but I take solace in the fct that I recognize I'm not being the best I can, which means I'm actually better than I am. It means I realize I can be better, rather than just should as usual. Hope. . . The problem is I want to kill it.
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