I’m happy summer ended. I’m calling my friends to dissect my latest fear and I spill my guts because we both know 2am can keep a secret. Hold palms to your forehead to check for a fever because everything is falling a part and you can’t fix it. Nothing will ever be the same no matter how deep you dig- I guess that’s why memories exist, after all. And if everyone stares through my words and shatters like glass then maybe I did something right in my grief. Maybe I conquered a part of it. Maybe I’m just good at being sad. So if you find me changing like the seasons, please let me bloom loudly. Let me scream down empty halls knowing that nothing will echo. Let me do it for myself. Let me fall in love with seasons ending. -AMT©️