I can’t decide if I’m excited over the start of spring. On the one hand, I love the warmer weather. i like being able to hopefully put away my big red coat. I like sunshine, and parades, and basking on my friend’s porch. I like not having to layer up.
But..I hate the seasons changing signaling the passage of time. It’s like..wow…another spring, another year, before you know it, another birthday, and even closer to death. That sounds morbid. But, the passing time fucking terrifies me. I almost want to make it stop. The world keeps spinning, and its spinning too fast. I need to slow it down, like Superman. Or did he speed it up??
And…this is disjointed as hell. Kinda like my life. And while I sit and think about it, more time passes.