If seasons were translated to words on a paper summer would be a tale of innocent love
you die every night and are reborn at dawn.
I cut my hair My favorite color is purple And I’m in love
I fell in love with him.
i imagine myself dancing beneath the brilliant summer sunsets, the sky painted like a canvas with shades of coruscate tiger, tangerine, fuchsia, and violet.
When I first looked at you, I did not think I would love you.
The snow has melted. The weather is warming. I stand on my two feet, strong and ready to run for the hills for whatever calls my name. I am ready to grow, in essence.