As I lay here listening to Etudes, For Piano Volume 1 (Philip Glass) I can only think of you. Wondering how a season such as you could pass by so quickly. It was as if you, the spring, arrived before I was prepared. And it also seemed you left me bewildered.
Yes, it still amazes me how you could carry a cold breeze by me so often. Yet at times you would leave me feeling so warm with your rays of shining light.
Oh your light. You are so bright at times. Maybe too bright, and that intimidates me to the core of my soul. And how could it not puzzle me when you'd contradict that?
The chills you would send down my spine.
The shivers you would send into my heart.
Spring how dare you go.
How dare you come.
I don't know whether I should thank you or disown the experiences you've given to me.
