it is a strange time
endings, beginnings
transitions, meanderings
freedom, perfection
lostness, lethargy
every year I blame it on the season`s breath - fresh air which carries a distinct fragrance
of nostalgia
nostalgia, to me - a power harbored only by spring
not summer, not autumn nor…
Jersey Kid
21
Dominican to
The death of me.
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