wanderess, but forever new york.

where do you go when you know your suffering has yet to cease?

fall like rain into some new routine, it’s freshness shakes your slumber.

you know things have a way of changing, and that some people only last a season in your story.

but sometimes, that season grows in your mind, from summer to fall, and you feel their presence calling all your shots.

how can you know someone for a year, but love them for a lifetime?