My mind stopped registering time past the first year of silence. Here I am, today, surprised that it’s been over two years since I last wrote anything.
In this time, I have road-raged my way through many unfinished thoughts and businesses. And overeaten through emotions and realities.
Under my tired wings is a human who is now three years old. My greys are equally striking now.
I do still smile a lot. That hasn’t changed.
Truth be told, not much has changed. It’s just (e)motions of the ocean that I navigate full-time.
Fuchsia 