Each one morw different then the last but each one coming too quickly.
Like holidays we celebrated the seasons.
Because giving birth to a whole other universe isnt enough,
And taking back all that crap that happens best theww out of six isnt too bad.
Especially if you spend about six months in ice and cold while another six months in heat.
Eventually they run together only being celebrated like holidays because they are a reminder that the world still spun is still spinning.
But you guys dont see the beauty of the leaves like we do when they change colors,
How often the tide comes ba k in fourth in intervals of three and six every few seconds because the moon had refused to let her children go,
Before a storm you feel the silence and static of the air around you,
Smelling the sweet perfume of newborn flowers in the early morning trying with everything in you not to cry because the smell reminds you of better times.
But celebrating a new season is sort of like a funeral.
Your welcoming once again another life into this world that wants it but isnt in desperate need.
That loves it but wants with everything in it to just die.
That believed in it but had no faith.
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Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
