Saturday, June 11, 2011

Dear, Love,





Dear,
I’ve never been good at sitting around, or settling down.
I get tired of a place, and most of the people there, and I want to move on.
I need new scenery every now and again… Some new beginnings.
Like a little seed sprouting and popping out from crusty earth.
Something different, something changed, new faces. Something…
I am restless. But why?
Happy one day.
Then the next all the air’s let out.
Now I’m being honest when I say that you’re the one thing that’s never been dull.
Love,

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