it’s june and it’s been a year; you’re still in the rainy days, the cigarettes, the jazz music. It’s june and it’s raining but we are grown now, we no longer fight. When i think of you, i think about forgiveness and a great deal of love. It’s june and time actually heals
this also applies to those who have crossed paths for a short time and have never spoken since, whether with closure or with things left unsaid. their kindness still lingers in my mind and stays in my heart, leaving traces that continue to spread even today, like fairy dust.
I think the key to life is not caring about the big things and having faith it will all work out anyway, but caring about the little things and being in the moment because it’s going to pass anyway