O July, thou radiant prelude to summer’s tender song, unfold thy golden days with whispers of serendipity. Let fortune’s gentle breeze cradle my soul, and through the six moons hence, weave a tapestry of bliss, where every step i tread blossoms into a life resplendent.
i know i will want to explain, and i hate to see how i became a mess when i try to explain myself. so, i chose to avoid. i choose to avoid, every single time, so i don’t have to explain. :)