not as it seems

As the dust settles, my misery unravels down the drain of lies that belong at the bottom of the sea.

I count my days so carefully.

It’s time.

Rewrite the course because honey, you’re bleeding through.

No one announces their arrival quite like you.

I know this is uncertainty.

But wherever the wind blows, my mind is going to follow.

I just wish the acorns continue to land so mercilessly, cracking beneath my feet.

In the hope of another day.

Stay awake,

Let us keep vigil.