enchanted april here i am again. come sweet month with your light showers that'll run down my face. bittersweet you are this year. all i can do is hug you close and tight, bury my teary eyes in your white sleeves and hope. it'll all be alright.

i am full. settled. burning quietly and brightly. content with the thought of... it's enough today and less disappointing. love is love is love. whether it eases its head through the cracks in your door, or seeps its way out through the window screen, it's always a blessing to have had its company.