It’s been a while. The drought in my mind. I am always sad when spring comes. Being sad after season of SAD. Quite an oxymoron. More pathetic, I forget how to tear now. I used to cry in silence listening to Schumann’s Dichterliebe in this time of year. I wanted to be a person who has a mild external appearance but a strong, confident mind all the time. But I am becoming a person having a weak spirit along with an insecure outer appearance which is exactly opposite to what I’m trying to be. I feel empty. Have no idea what I am doing by now. So you will never know how happy I am it’s still cold out there, there’s yellow dust all up in the air protecting me from arriving of damn spring.
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1 comment:
Ah, I know what that feels like...
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