I miss you, is that so bad?
I just want my existence to matter to someone.
I always thought that Fall was a beautiful season. The deciduous trees must shed their old leaves before the calm of winter passes over and takes all life. When I see the leaves falling off branches with their festive colors, they float down to the ground in silent acceptance of their end. That’s something I need to learn to do … rid myself of what is no longer necessary so i can eventually grow stronger. Rather than mope around about what I have lost, I should celebrate that I have so many new beginnings waiting to happen if I just let them.
No filter necessary.