skies have greyed. life isn't perfect, and neither am i. however, i do like to think i do my best. when my best is not enough, or not appreciated, the skies become turbulent into a storm only you know how to funnel. i will not walk into hurricanes any longer. as much as it pains to leave it (you) behind, i need to walk where i am wanted.
i am a person. not a season.
meet the saviour of my record:
i knew that when i was doing my best, i'd be happy enough. now, i'm just proud of those who have surrounded me with the entire process. the memories, the pain, the insomnia and the lights. everything was worth it. i hope you think so, too.
march madness.
