Nov 09, 2007 22:31
I'm seeing progress, and it's incredible. Slowly but surely, I'm growing up. I can hardly believe how time flies. Maturity is a strange flower; you don't notice its bloom til it's a tid bit too late. The seasons over. The next has come.
Welcome, winter season. Your cool breeze is reassuring to the tempest of my soul.
(by the way, I'm over you, and it's freeing)
(you're on your own)