Why is it that when we need time to slow down, it speeds up but when all we want is for it to fly by us, it seems as if the hours of the day aren't moving. I have a feeling these next four months are going to creep by, they are going to take their time and I guess it's the universe's way of telling me to enjoy it, to just live it. But that is ever increasingly hard, and it makes time feel like it's a punishment. I have so much to do it seems, and all the time in the world to do it but for some reason I don't want to, I don't want to do it alone.
I would trade this heat for the rain in a mere moment; I would trade the skirts for the jackets, that's just who I am, that's just the girl that I enjoy being, it's where makes me feel whole, true. I've been on my own enough, and it's not that by going back there I'm not on my own, I live my own life, do my own things, but it all means something. I can't seem to put into words the feeling of being home, it's like now that I finally have found it, I never want to let it go. The seasons, the river, the bridges, the max... it feels right, it feels whole and I want that every day, every moment, every raindrop, ever max ride. It's just who I am, what I am and where I should be.
So I guess I'll just let life ride itself out and sooner than I know it I'll be home for good... I'll get to see the fall, the winter, the spring, and finally it will be next summer and I'll wonder where the year went!
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