Stuff I write

If I were a book

June 15, 2021. 8:10 PM

If I was a book I would call my childhood "the short season", a period when everything was so quick, the most enjoyable things were only minutes long, years that went by like Christmas lights, friends that lasted as long as one sip of juice, childish crushes where gone like the blow of a candle flame on a birthday cake.

The sad moments from childhood stayed with me until the "long season" began, the slow season where pain was a daily meal. Adolescence, youthfulness as slow a breakup. Every painful person left a pain so deep, scars that hurt through years.
Such a slow season, where every second of pain felt like months of torture, every month was a lifetime.

My current season is difficult to name, there's confusion in every step. I have no clue what I am, I love many things and have many passions, I have no time or resources to reach them, I feel disheartened every time someone else reaches my own goals.

I love many men and women, I feel deeply, forget slowly and forgive fast. What a season of uncertainty, it feels like a flood, submerged under dark waters that smell of rust. An "uncertain season", there's no way to measure it, no numerical character can express it, adulthood.