Confounded am I Sprays and allergies marked this of the year yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019 the sun shines the birds chirp I find but confusion as the sun starts the thaw so early these seasons…

今天 · 霜降 Frost scrapers noise invaded my realm as I tried to decipher what the early morning drew before my somnolent ears. Later That afternoon: The air was icy fresh The water cold as ice The silentwind bore small Shiny white flakes borne out of the cold snap, nippy goosebumps Halffrozenwaterdrops heightened the lush…

They say the rings in a tree tell a story I wonder what my wrinkles say I look at my fingers rings and dry cracks in my skin appear through a certain light I shy from speculation since everything changes what matters if I interpret them isn’t what I think apt for interpretation? yet I…