dyne
I wonder if you've forgotten much of the things that I am holding onto so foolishly. It aches sometimes to think about it, but I'd rather remember. I can only hope you feel and think the same way.
I am poor and obscure and plain but I do not waver ;)
There's a purpose to every tree that falls on the road. That sinks under the sea. That sheds its leaves. That never sees winter. That endures winter. That will be a trunk one day and still breathe