Show Me a Brand New Season...

We are changing.

Seasons

We are changing.

Will Spring Ever Come Again?

-*kagomeresurrected (2004-08)

Open Your Eyes To A Brand New Season

We are changing.

We are changing.

We are changing.

Open Your Eyes To A Brand New Season

We are changing.

We are changing.

Open Your Eyes To A Brand New Season

Open Your Eyes To A Brand New Season

When I first met you, you were like the relief one gets from a fresh splash of the April rain. Effervescent in your attitude, anomalous in everything else…. You were different, you were new, and you made me feel…absolutely rejuvenated and…..absolutely beautiful. When I realized that I was in love with you, you were like the July sun. Bright and looming, the first thing my eyes went to in the sky.

Overwhelming, you were once in a while, consuming my time and whatever limited free space resided in my mind. Stretching. Sometimes I felt you slowed me down, tired me with your tenacious complexity …but I knew, without you, I wouldn’t be able to survive. And then, there were those summer rains….those monsoons of magnificence…those hazy pink-grey skies, those shows of layers, of diaphanous folds and glorious textures in your personality.

When our love was set and rolling, you were like the falling leaves of autumn: colorful, varied, and utterly spellbinding. I could roam through your huge expanses endlessly, and never fail to be amazed by the sound, feel, or taste of you. I marveled at how very intense you were…..colorful. Your propensities and willingness to change coincided with mine and amazed me. Amazed me.

When our love began to crack, you were like the harsh treks through the snow in the winter. I could barely hold you for a second before I burned with uncharacteristic coldness. I didn’t want to let go of you…to leave you, because I knew you needed warmth….but could I give it to you, or was I not strong enough? Could I handle the chill?

You remained phlegmatic, unyielding and opaque in your intentions. I stayed..…and still stay in your frozen stretch, waiting, shivering….praying that one day you will be warm. Warmth defines….what I want to be. I don’t know if you know this, or if you even care…. But winter has set. So, I ask you….