Date: 8-15-2017
Dylan's p.o.v
Gone with the wind,
you say goodbye
while I say hello.
A change of seasons,
a passing of the torch
Is a bittersweet ceremony.
The irony of all this hot mess is
sweet heavenly bliss, your unexpected
pregnancy. What kind of legacy
will we leave behind for future
generations? Constant birthing pains
describes our many attempts to
loosen the reins. A change of seasons
bring us closer to the people that we
are destined to become.
