Hold on to time because it doesn't go slowly
Hold on to memories because without it no one knows me
and you walk through cities
a million faces pass you by
struck by cancers, struck by diabetes
a million stories of how we'll die
And too caught up in what other people expect of you,
misled by society
then labeled and shamed with both
depression and anxiety
Congrats on nine-months sobriety
Here's to a love that grows quietly -
four years this month -
you can read about it in my diary.
(cause in 2026, do we even have privacy?)
Legitimate concerns
and if you know the answer, well,
lie to me.
And what matters more -
mastery or variety?
Identified by our quirks, obsessions, and remembered for our
philosophies.
Embellished tales of our lives l o o s e l y
auto-biographies
fiction is safer than honesty...
Leanna 