aimless wanderersmeandering moment to momentskipping, sprinting, thriving through uncertaintysomehow always finding life’s lusterslowly…
I will write until I’m hollowed out, until the well is empty and I can fill it up with…
You will be missed.
Obviously there are spoilers from the finale in here — proceed with caution!
It’s too much.
My hair is turning silverAt 30Little strands of metallic brightnessShining through the dark auburn ofmy natural hair color.
You walked off that planeInto my lifeAnd I was nervous.
You were early soI was lateAnd LAX is a fucking nightmare.
So I was nervous.
She rises as the sun comes up
Stretches to the left , stretches to the right
On dark nights I dig through the rubble that has become my life. These calloused hands sift through shattered mistakes. Each shard of glass digging into the depths of a life fully lived.