spring summer fall winter and spring

the white poofs turned green on the trees this week. i looked in my photo roll to find evidence of this transition and found nothing to back up these claims. some truths don’t need to be said; the sky is blue, clouds are made of water drops floating in the sky, this saturday will mark four weeks since the break up. i thought i was dreaming when that text of truth came through. recently i have to tell myself facts to remember i exist in the non-abstract. time is moving super quickly and i’m trying to keep up the pace. there’s a bag of winter jackets that need to be dry cleaned but the weather has been unpredictable. the entire wardrobe has been marie kondo’d but the joyless items need to be moved. there’s a new chapter ready to be read and i am open to learning… yet there’s still a version of myself that still wants to lie on grass and watch clouds go by. i want to fly a kite since it feels like the only opportunity to interact with the sky.

i need a vacation.