Summer

I can feel Summer coming. I love Winter. I really like all the seasons, except Spring, but I don't really believe in Spring. I think that, as soon as I can smell Summer in the air, it's Summer. And, as much as I love Winter... when I smell Summer, my thoughts will be for no … Continue reading Summer

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time

time - this word evokes so much despair in my young soul. i feel with every cell, every farandolae in my being, that it is a box of sand (a different size box for every person) being poured through your hands. you can try to catch it. you can try to hold on to it. … Continue reading time