Things are changing.
I can feel it in the wind and the rustling leaves,
Quiet and strange.
A deviation.
A transmutation.
A silent, but tenacious, revolution
Breathing beneath my skin.
I am standing here waiting,
Eager to evaporate and be swept away.
There is nothing holding me to this place,
No roots beneath my feet.
Just as everything around me begins to melt away,
I am already fading slowly,
Into many tomorrows.
i wrote this today.
xoxoxo
Boots
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