Maybe when things turn green again

It will be good to say you know me

I guess that's the bottom line..

I don't control these seasons;

I can only control how much I'm willing to blossom.

Which I will, of course.

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I just hope my future involves floor to ceiling windows. Preferably in some loft, somewhere. Maybe some bookshelves built into the walls? I don't see how things could be anything short of spectacular if that were the case..

In the meantime I'll be reading my books. Chatting on beds and in cars- sometimes about things I don't feel like chatting about but I have a want, a need, to listen, waste time, relate, care. Being too attached to technology. Spending too much money on drive-thru beverages. Not getting enough sleep. Avoiding attachments bound by the word love- what's on my plate has satisfied me for a while. Receiving those over joyous and all too fleeting fits of excitement. Making attempts to be diligent enough to "go somewhere"- wherever somewhere is. Filling journals, burning candles, wasting water, eating sweets, replaying songs, spilling my heart all over the place.