i’ve spent so much time this month wishing i could go back.
back to people, back to places.. back to conversations and decisive moments. sometimes i wish for change, sometimes i simply wish i could go back to watch the minutes unfold, re-experiencing them to gather a little more understanding.
what a waste of time. i am where i am. i did what i did. i’ve got what i’ve got. it is what it is.
my favorite spring flower won’t show it’s face around here until May. maybe it’s time to start looking forward..