Ravenous Transition.

Looking for that...

.

With a bit of this...

Every time before has always seemed slightly skewed...

And getting over you

and you

and you

and you

hasn't gotten any easier.

You're just another pattern.

.

My pattern.

.

Hm.

.

.

I like that.

.

I like you.

.

.

.

But you're just another pattern.

And getting over you hasn't gotten any easier.

Cleaning out the old.

Leaving the room empty

and craving

.

something...

.

Unable to fill it.

Until I know just what to fill it with...

But I'm pretty sure I've got just the thing...

The buds are just beginning to open.

All the trees on my street have started to bloom.

And I'm falling in love.

They slowly grow,

And I'm getting so excited for them to be fully grown,

To just pop full with life...

...

But then again...

I've never known Spring

Until now...

It is better this time around...

Spring is not like Summer or Winter.

Spring, like Fall,

Is neither hot, nor cold.

wet, nor dry...

It's everything.

It's nothing.

...

I'm craving the hot and dry

and the hot and wet, in fact...

Frankly,

I could just do without the old cold, thank you very much...

It's been a real treat,

Maybe I'll see you next year...

Maybe...