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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

No one could tell

There was a tree, an old ever ascending tree, and with all its splendor it stood in my yard. My back yard.

And on its branches sat a boy. A lonely, naive, young boy. He was growing, but his mind layed still with his thoughts. And I, the broken, coming of age girl, what could I do but stare, just watching this set, like a play that plays itself. I was no better, though I could've joined him in his melancholy, flowing like the wind through that ancient tree's leaves.

I was just a girl, he was but a boy, nothing but lone strangers. But in our minds we were part of something bigger.




Love & Autumn Colors,

TheBassGirl-182

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