I gaze up at the soft glow of the window that's in my field of vision. It's my uncle. He's consoling his son about a moth that got him scared. I blow smoke from my nose. This is the first time my cousin has been scared by miller moths. Well not the first time. When i was still smoking on the front porch, he would get scared if a moth came near him.
"Miller moths are migrating this season." my uncle says, as i go back to my room and relax on my phone.
Ive been feeling better as of late, and its surprising as to how far ive come as a person. Although ive done some bad things, and mostly good, i realize now that i will keep on improving as a person.
Wow its been a while. I wonder what im going to write next.
