The trees are letting go of their leaves to make way for new growth. They have lived out their usefulness. It is time to reduce and go inward toward pure essence.
If I think clearly about my thing with the delivery guy it is time to move on. I need more than just a fuck and a lie.
It was good for what it needed to be at the time.
There are no conversations , no texts, we have never spent a night together or shared a meal.
In my mind I make it more than what it is.
If I let it go. ...something bether will come along.
Wishing something good will take it's place.
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