people say that watching the seasons from winter to spring to summer turn is like watching love grow. i wish i saw that. i wish i felt that. i do not feel much that isn't you these days. but as i listen, the rain does not wash as it used to. as i listen, the leaves do not rustle beneath my feet. as i listen, the frost will not greet me when morn does break. and like claustrophobia, it creeps in towards me. Were summer now screams death.
- always always R.
aww i can relate to this. i hope you feel better. spring truly is the season of love (:
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