My life, for a bit, stopped before this spring. For reasons I'd keep to my faint heart, I ceased to join the blossoming of a new season. I had to realize many things for once, and before I knew it, the flowers have withered already. It seemed like I skipped spring this year, or spring skipped me.
It's 2 am now, and for the first time in months, I opened my window again today. There is a bitter after-taste in my mouth from the cigarette I just smoked, but the smell of my wooden floor that slowly feels the warmth of an incoming summer leaves a sweet tingling feeling that makes me happy.
Spring is but a season, and it is happening now in my room.
5 comment(s):
I adore the first picture. Perfect !
You might have skipped spring this year, but I think spring skipped Tokyo! I'm happy that your window is open again :)
Hey, so glad to see you posting your lovely pictures again :)
The first pic is great...
welcome back !!!
!-)
***hello***hello again***
Very happy to see you here again!
There are still confettis of spring sparkling all around for you!
Hope your heart gets all coloured again and full of air until summer shows up***
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