Well, good morning.
It's sunny bright and unrealistically charming...
That was a big fat lie.
It's still frigid, cloudy and depressing. That being said, I feel sunny on the inside.
Still can't believe I'm living in an apartment. My suppressed tears start to flow as a symbolism of letting go of those things that cannot be controlled and acceptance is on hold, even after a year. Does this prove that time doesn't exist or my brain is overthinking once again.
Well..
There's a new paradigm shift. Let's hope the " as above so below " circle gets a stab. The circle no longer has an empty sound; the new wave explosion has just begun.
