I feel as if I were a season,
Changing, but always the same,
And yet different enough
To be frowned upon,
And the same enough to be overlooked,
Trapped in a cycle.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
I feel as if I were a season,
Changing, but always the same,
And yet different enough
To be frowned upon,
And the same enough to be overlooked,
Trapped in a cycle.
When you think about life and how repetitive it is...