quarter life crisis?
i think that maybe there is only so far you can go with someone. only so much damage you can do before it just doesnt matter anymore. before the history cant even be touched or ruined - it's too far gone. it's like the memories have been cheapened and then time passes and they become precious again and more so, they become untouchable and it doesnt matter what you do next because neither you nor your memory cares. which is numbing and liberating. which makes me ready. i love fall. it thrives, maybe because it prepares for winter and a long hibernation. the air is crisp and my step is quicker.