last hours of spring
How do you tell an optimist? Don't bother, they won't listen anyway. Even if the clouds in the sky are heavy with rain, they'll take their laundry out and leave their plants in, so that the clothes won't dry and the plants won't grow. They'll dance a rain dance on their balcony and then hope it won't rain. And get their socks wet simply because they were too lazy to get a spair pair since that would've meant going back the flight of stairs and unlocking the door.
The self-taught proselytising (headbanger) banjoist from last night didn't understand us when we tried to explain to him that the rhythm was too uneven for dancing. The bounciest bouncer in town invited us back tonight, but not studying for an exam has gotten me knackered so I skipped being the free entertainment.
If my love for people in my life is unspecific and uncommitted, does it mean it's worth less? If the love I have is a diffuse waveform energy instead of a Cupid's arrow, am I cold and unfeeling?
And why are the most misseable people always far away?
The apple tree branch in my vase (on the kitchen table) should bloom tomorrow. The petals should be fallen in a few days. Staying here makes me feel I should be somewhere else when I'm not caught up by having the whole place all to myself. The muscles in my arms tense up in expectance of heavy luggage and some instinct makes me restless as days grow longer. In the midnight the river is black, but around 3am the sky is getting light again. But the nights here will never be as blindingly white as they are in the north.
Now I can smell the summer coming, and that makes me happy about staying.
The self-taught proselytising (headbanger) banjoist from last night didn't understand us when we tried to explain to him that the rhythm was too uneven for dancing. The bounciest bouncer in town invited us back tonight, but not studying for an exam has gotten me knackered so I skipped being the free entertainment.
If my love for people in my life is unspecific and uncommitted, does it mean it's worth less? If the love I have is a diffuse waveform energy instead of a Cupid's arrow, am I cold and unfeeling?
And why are the most misseable people always far away?
The apple tree branch in my vase (on the kitchen table) should bloom tomorrow. The petals should be fallen in a few days. Staying here makes me feel I should be somewhere else when I'm not caught up by having the whole place all to myself. The muscles in my arms tense up in expectance of heavy luggage and some instinct makes me restless as days grow longer. In the midnight the river is black, but around 3am the sky is getting light again. But the nights here will never be as blindingly white as they are in the north.
Now I can smell the summer coming, and that makes me happy about staying.