Oh those weekends at home. I was feeling a bit nostalgic lately while perusing through old friends photos. There are so many ways we all become linked, connected, and on the same plane. I am learning patience, as well as yearning for it because it's never one or the other. This is a good week to advance myself in order to prepare for the crush that is the end of the semester.
I'm a rather private person, and I think I'll keep it that way. I know my wants, and it's about time I learned to voice them. Sweet rose, we'll get a blossom out of you one day.
I just had a song playing in my mind, and as soon as I attempted to recall the name, it slipped away. A feather in the whirlwind that is my mind.
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