Rambling at 2am,

I'm starting to to believe somethings and people are just seat fillers,
they occupy you until the real or "meant to be" happens.

How selfish of life to use me up and make me wait,
revolving doors that don't lock. . . .Hearts that hesitate, stutter, then stop.

things come and go like seasons. . . .they say.
But who am I to say that your a season or even a reason.
I know my everything but then again, I dont understand my happenings.

With Love, Elle.