I put paper to pen and somehow it just all makes sense...
I’m not not happy... weird thing though: I’m not sad but I’m also not happy.
We’ll forever keep the happy memories, laugh about the fights shared, learn from the hardships and cherish every moment spent with the ones we love.
The sands in the hour glass are running up pushing against the gravitational stream which is time and I’m here lining the walkway with shoes and clothes and things, because that is the only way to be happy.
It smells like rain; fresh, intoxicating and having the power to wipe away the bad and leave only the good, the new and the pretty.
But we never see what’s hiding, do we?
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