Bloom

My life.

One long string of conversation that never really led to anywhere.

All talk. All daydream. No destination.

I sometimes feel like one of those furry, white dandelions - caught up in a breeze. Twirling and jerking around. The wind my captor, making all my decisions for me.
I don’t think there has been any rhyme or reason or clear decision-making that has led me to this point in time, where I stand now. Everything somehow just happened. How deliciously lucky for me this is where I landed.

I muddled it all up, wasted a lot of my time but now here I am.

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