Orquidea

Seasons

This morning I feel the years weighing down on me.
My body aches all over as if I made a gigantic effort.

Maybe the effort was that to stay alive.

Staying alive,not avoiding danger,avoiding your own urges,turns out to be more difficult as expected.

I thought children wake up with no worries,no tears of yesterday.

Then again I'm not normal.
Dear mother reminded me so.

How I loathe November mornings.

It is cold and dark outside,as if a reflection of the true nature of this world.

I hate waking up just to face reality.

Reality is boring when your mind could come up with well better weather,if it rains in my head it rains soothingly
Outside it storms.

But I will keep on living nonetheless.
This autumn will soon too pass,as all things will,and it will come back aswell.

But there is a long time until then.
Winter will come with it's glorious snow,disguising the coldness of the ever so delicate snowflakes.

But snow melts away as comes the spring sun.

The spring sun is utterly useless,it does not give much light nor warmth.
Spring is the season of rebirth,so maybe I will be ruined for better reasons come the summer.

And come the autumn again.

I won't prelong much on the future,as tommorow I'll be someone new.

Maybe tomorrow I'll love this autumn.

Or I will be a bit more at peace with myself.

Well,my hopes are too high,

But atleast I'll survive until tomorrow,that is enough for now.