I don't feel this question actually.
I'm here again.
But its not definitive. I've never left. The only thing that decides it is me, that I finally own up to being here.
But what about that feeling? The way the wind is crisper on your skin. The smile really pushes your lips. The way the song sinks into my soul.
Ahhh. I don't know.
Thats how it ends I guess?
But there are times we realize.
Yes. But the more I learn the more I know to not to try ot learn those ways or control them. To not talk about them. The language of the world cannot be put into words.
2025-04-04