i love this time of year, when the universe can't decide whether she's cold or hot. when the fog takes over and the dew covers everything. days, already never long enough, get shorter, and lists of things to be done get longer.
time is a funny, funny thing. sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend... healing... hollowing... build and destroy.
and tomorrow always comes, no matter how hard you fight it, how earnestly you long for it, it always comes... eventually.
and yesterday always disappears, always becomes a memory, always falls into the past...
breathe.
in. out.
breathe.
in. out.
just breathe...
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