It happened again and I’m not in the slightest surprised by it. I often come this spot to clear my mind. No one passes by and the feeling of being alone is amplified. My only friends are these two trees standing guard, courting my existence. I’ve tried being everything to everyone and I’ve grown tired. You just can’t please restless hearts, shifty eyes and scheming minds. Somehow, I’m at peace with my life crumbling around me, this is the first time I’ve not been in control. Let the chips fall where they may. Let life pull me under and sweep me off to a place I’ve never been. Spring has lifted her head again and there’s a calm before the storm. How I’m anticipating the rain this evening sitting here on this bench.
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