𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞

Ah, seasons

they come and go

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter

we learn to adjust

to the temperatures

and length of days

but seasons of our life

those...

those aren't as easy to adjust to

the season of joy

was the shortest

I closed my eyes to

savor it and

when I opened them

it was already

over

then came the countless

seasons of sad

and confusion

and then I realized

it was not mutual

kind of like

what they call an

Indian summer

an improv "season"

that isn't really

a season at all

and now I wonder

if my winter

will

ever

end.