The Surrender

Moods change softly. I
Find myself resisting less
And less on days when the
Sun sets before the morning
Begins. I can accept the
Changing of seasons, the
Passing of time. Certain
Days, apocalyptic prophesies
Mean nothing, like brushing off
The worst that can happen because
We have always taken care
Of each other.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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