When is summer coming, or at least spring?
This Indian winter (so to speak) has got me beat and freezing- like a beast hungry- fully equipped with shiny shimmy shakes that fall and break- and I cannot fake to forget-
When the leaves of these trees begin to breathe again, flowers start to bloom; animals/humans alike have heart, take a room, and begin to breed, alive
I believe I'll be able to survive- maybe even thrive- find the things went missing in my life that I need to rid my personality of this dreaded disease that has suddenly taken hold of me recently- as of late
Accidental strategies seem more and more to be acts of fate,
I lack the money, have no date;
Or can cover the expense but have not a friend/love with which to share the experience-
Not another to care about me enough to go out- I recede in times of need and doubt, back inside of the shell sphere blue-green encompassing my reality so seemingly unfairly-
Despairingly I pop another ibuprofen pill cure in attempt to stall or better yet end the discomfort of nature.
