Your deepest feelings may be boxed. But like everything else in life, it will unwrap itself like a present.
Making most of sadness until you are analyzing your feelings...brings you into circles. I am the type to be in control of my thoughts and emotions before they get the better of me-
The better part of me.
Where is the best of me?
I am no longer searching. Just standing, and letting every moment slide against my skin as visceral as the raindrops feel in spring.
For I am tired of losing myself to winter.
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