Its so hard to let go.
I'm not sure if I'd call it a passion, but this outlet is like a candle in my drawer. Mostly forgotten, it sits in the dark holding itself in but when rekindles, the wick burns bright and its scents envelops me and consumes the air I breathe.
I will resume.
Its funny how you can change so much and still believe your words from years ago.
In retrospect, I forgot where this all started...
Smile when no one is looking,
for yourself,
nobody else ♥
