I never considered the answer to " what's your favorite season" a serious question, because I would say whatever came to my mind no hesitation
I didn't have a favorite because nothing particularly represented me, Summer gave me the longest break, so I would use it as an answer, just scribbling it down so I could move on; I was always in a hurry
But depression slows your world down and all your mind does is think, I finally have and answer now even though like me it may be the weakest link
Winter: The season I was born, I don't enjoy my birthday anymore, all I do is wake up and mourn, for I am another year farther from the girl I once was, happy and loud, time changed her, and she has gotten old, Plus in the Midwest winters are unbearably cold moving on
Now summer; represents months full of endless chatter in my brain I can't shut off, It's longing for the American teenager dream that I know will never come true, so I'd scroll through tiktok and mourn it's current and future loss
Spring; flowers bloom and animals birth children, a season full of life, Unfortunately I am Hades, killing everything I touch and I don't have a spring goddess of a wife, No warmth isn't meant for me. I was born in the cold and it is where I survive, barely, but I get buy
Fall is the last option and obvious answer to this question that wasn't so serious, yet somehow has become so, fall isn't warmth, rebirth or a wonderland full of snow, it is death and beauty
Words that should be a paradox but truly can't be for death isn't inherently ugly while many claim life is inherently beautiful, while summer is warmth for the cold
A feeling I love, like a hot drink on a 45* day or dressing in that fuzzy warm sweater you thought you had sold,
Fall shows us how beautiful it can be to let the dead go
For I imagine the leaves as parts of me I may or may not see again next year, an important truth to accept so that I may grow I never chose fall, it was chosen for me
For this season full of death has never made me fell more alive
Cold win on my cheeks, leaves falling on me as I read a book on a bench under a tree and the truth is, I've never felt more free
