Rotting in Spring.
With only two days to go, I find myself trying to savour these moments and hours in this elsewhere. It’s a shame such things can’t last forever, that everything has to be fleeting. I don’t want to return to my sunny place of residence, where the flowers are in bloom and things are springing to life but all the while my heart feels like its in a state of decay.
I want to sit here and preserve it in the white snow, let it sit and rest and wait for its own spring to come and wake it up into a summer of love.
But alas. Such things aren’t meant to be.

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