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.