The need to feel understood. I think we all have it. We all want someone to believe that we make complete and utter sense. That there is no defect. I am starting to understand that there is a treasure hidden in being misunderstood

Autumn air makes me dream a bit. For me it is like an reminder of what I once found to be true. The smell of crisp air containing all the memories you tried so hard to forget... and where do we go from here.