The Smell

That Smell?
The smell we knew from Grandma's Place?
That was just the smell of summer and spring
Of green and growing things.

I’ve been so quiet. 2025 curled around me like a storm and just went inward. Trying to not let life pull me. I centered on doing small, enjoyable things and pushed the sadness out–out there. Beyond the chaos.

2026 came and put together a plan. Back to videos, writing, art, a start at comic. Life, always seems to have other plans. One more thing I have to get done first. One more sickness. (breathing is hard again) One more if I don’t shove my entire life in a corner and do the adult things, it won’t matter.

Maybe I can’t commit. Maybe I am giving up.

I won’t. I won’t. I just need to account for my moments. I am trying, but I am so very tired.