spring

spring brings allergies and new beginnings.

the “inbetween”.

sometimes I think we forget the mourning of winter. seasons change, there’s hope and new growth. but what about the stuff we leave behind? everyone talks about change and self development until your old self and behaviors hit you so hard in the stomach you get the wind knocked out of you.

spring brings tulips and baby blues and new exciting promises but it also brings old musings, desires, and past selves. there’s an interesting part of growth where you have evolved but still hold memories and energy from past versions of yourself. painful, nostalgic, weird.

the inbetween.

ending of eras, beginnings of new ones. the best nights I’ve ever known and the saddest afternoons spent in a daze.

it’s spring but some mornings still have an icy chill to them.