float away, carry on.
you are like a never ending season that comes back again and again, only once a year just to remind me of your presence. When I think I finally forget that you matter
you creep in like a cold draft right up my spine hitting every vertbrae. You reach to my ears and whisper “Im back” and then like a thousand times before
I have to go through the process of eliminating you from my mind because you’ve open drawers when it took me months to put them away. Tomorrow you will blissfully wither away like the leaves do when winter comes and soon you will just be dust rising up with the stars. An insignificant molecule in a place where you will never
stand out. No one will remember one silly molecule, not even I.
