In honor of our anniversary, I give you…
(and what changed my mind about them)
Other than this last week, I’ve spent months in silence. Sometimes I think I am too much of a perfectionist about what I post on here, and that’s why it’s so hard for me to post regularly. So here I am posting something that scares my perfectionism to death: unpolished, unedited, unfiltered. Not a story. Just me, spilled onto paper.
The sun is always setting somewhere.
They seem so unimportant. But they are seared on my memory as if they were something terrible.