Lord, just handcuff me now. i surrender.
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there is something in the air. nothing is really changed except for the weather and my feelings (which keep growing...taking root and i can't control them. they are what they are). it feels like a dark and heavy blanket has been pulled off of me, off of everything. maybe it's the proof that life goes on, that bare trees eventually dress in green, or that fat tulips press through the earth, blades of grass with their pointy hellos... there's something reassuring about spring. new life, proof of life, the feeling of it's okay, we're here again...
if spring were a shape, it'd be a circle... the beginning part, green and lush, warm enough sun, baby birds with mouths open to heaven, girls in sundresses, and boys always watching...