Pick and Mix

seasons 🌹

fuzzy summer days. colorful flowers. pinks, light blues and the dark hues of your eyes. chorus of laughter rising midair and above. the rush of the ocean as it greats us, the feeling of sand beneath our feeth as we race each other and sunkissed skin. aurburn brown hair underneath sunrise, turning red with the sun. pearly white teeth and painted red lips. laughter. loads of laughter, cheesy jokes and stolen kisses in moments. long trips, scarves floating on your finger tips and wind running through your hair. salt filled air. love.

summer romances turning longer. the fuzzy hues of summer changing just like seasons. soon the hues of summer -- the light pinks and the blues -- turn into autumn where we are browns and greens. we are both changing.

you're the sky above me, turning into a soft pink during afternoons and i'm the leaves beneath you that fall beneath you. the leaves that fly with the wind, aching for the sky and coming close to only fall away. the poor leaves that are crumpled as people watch the sky changing colors . . . the leaves that are only left as nothing but sheer wishes that perhaps you'll turn your gaze upon me and see how it feels when you flirt with them.

but autumn is one of my favorites too. it is cozy afternoons. laughter. bollywood movie marathons. your feet tangled in mine as we refuse to leave our beds. long afternoons spent where we sit without saying anything to each other, just calmly reading our books. light pouring within the windows, the smell of rustic leaves falling sinking in everywhere. it is the inbetween of summer flings to love.

winter is the desire. it is when you realize you cannot survive without them. it is the moment when you realize that morning without snugglung beside them feels like chocking or when you realize that drinking tea is no fun alone. that reading a novel, without looking up and seeing them doing their own thing -- cooking in the kitchen barefooted, dancing to some lame song or paints split over as they draw -- is a deary task. it is when you realize they are a habit and when you realize that your life is incomplete without them.

spring. the final season of the year. the blossoming. the flowers sprung, the rain droplets that fall and the chill fresh air that reaches into every pore when you step out. it signifies life; flowers and trees are back. the leaves have grown back and so has the days.

so has your confidence as you ask me for one more dance. for one more road trip filled with laughter, love and sand. for this road trip to last longer than two seasons. for it to last every season; for it to strench through the blossoming of flowers, from the sunlit days, the chai drunken afternoons and the dim litted winters. for it to last forever, until we are tucked within our graves with our last names combined.

but how can i explain summer does not last long, my love? that these feelings will fade away, and empty winters will come again. that although i love the spark within your eyes and the laughter sprung between us, i cannot seem to love how unpredictable our love is. how it is so easy for you to leave me as soon as i get too boring for you. there is no stablity. you are lost within a summer kissed dream, blissfully unaware of the dangers of life and i do not want to disapoint you.

however. when you smile. i am unable to say no. how could someone? you have the deepest dimples, the red stained lips of a goddess and the teeth of pearls. how could any fool ever break such a beautiful smile?

so with a heavy heart, i accept your ring and burden myself with your irresponsibility once again.

perhaps it'll be different. with every season, there is something new. the same flower does not blossom or die at the same time as it did last time. not everything necessarily happens within the same order each years. leaves will not fall for you within the same direction. the sky will not set at the same time. the moon will not rise at the same time each year. change is normal. it will happen and i am praying you will change your ways the way seasons do.

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hi i wrote this on my phone within ten - thirty minutes because a) i'm bored. b) i made a bunch of fawnushka edits c) i wanted to get back into one shots and stuff.

opinions on this shot? any feelings evoked?

also this is kinda good i like the vibes of this.

i'm thinking of bringing this book back tbh!!

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- maya.