an ode to spring

Goodbye, to a lover -

I take

armfuls of butterfly memories to keep me warm, 

but I fear: I cannot hold on

swallowtails, monarchs, birdwings:

a flood of colour fills the air

la fin n'a pas de fin

(the end has no end).

Farewell, the evening shadows are arriving -

you, you, you translucent, intangible, 

I crave you, but -

the darkness

and ghosts

here, again.

It is Autumn.

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An attempt to accept what has been, and what is now. I feel shy, all of a sudden. As though seeing an old friend for the first time in a while, and realising how you've changed - a faint blush.

This term break has been different from others: still well-received, but a little more busy with work. It has been spent rather well - visiting thrift shops, planning road trips, listening to The Strokes/classical music, study dates at the library - yes, I live quite a dorky life. I have begun thinking of my future; I think I may be opting for Medicine, and specializing in Paediatrics [essentially working with children]. But oh, sometimes Psychology tugs at my heart-strings. 

Decisions are to be made, but I realise I need to take care of the now - I apologise for the incessant stream of words - 
I send you my love, always: 

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