My memories become fuzzy. blurry.
Maybe it’s time to surface.
I guess you’ve left me now.
Thank you for the ride.
And the memories.
But I suppose it’s best that we both move on.
Violet crystallization gives me spasms of ecstasy.
[I apologize for my hiatus. I hope to continue posting in full force once more.]
View summer out of focus, and you might glimpse something warm and luscious.
I love strawberries.