spring

it's the 1st of Sept, the start of spring. the start of nature blooming. the start of a more friendly weather. it's the 1st of Sept, a new month, which I always view in a positive and happy light especially because it's the start of spring. yet anger and sadness bloom inside me, a melancholic dim has taken over my life. it's the 1st of Sept, the start of spring. yet it feels like winter. my heart is cold. my eyes are raining. my anxiety and overthoughts are clouds hanging out in my head, consuming and draining me. it's completely pitch black around me. it's the 1st of Sept, a Sunday, a day of feeling content and optimistic, where you appreciate and feel closer to God. yet I want to yell my lungs out at Him: "why do I feel like this? have I not asked to touch base with people that only have good intentions? why was I created to feel emotions to the max? " I was 46 kgs, as of late 2 was subtracted. it's the 1st of Sept, the start of spring. my favorite colors are pink and yellow. yet I am gradually gravitating towards black. my eyes are wide open at night because the colour black is governing my life. yet I tell myself that it will come to pass, I will love yellow and pink soon.