listen, little ella.

when you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable.

you move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away.

you think you can get rid of things, and people too – leave them behind.

you don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.

time in dreams is frozen. you can never get away from where you’ve been.

2 comments

  1. Dusty Petals says:

    I always relate so strongly to your words. I wish I could express myself as beautifully as you do. Love your writing. You are so talented!! Keep up the brilliant work!
    xoxoxo

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