A Spring I Can't Feel
Spring is the season of rebirth.
Flowers bloom again, the air is fresh, the sun stays a little longer in the sky.
People smile, and the world feels brighter.
And yet, I feel nothing.
Spring isn’t hitting me hard this time.
It has always been my favorite season.
There’s fragrance and freshness.
The world is singing, and I’ve forgotten how to listen.
I am witnessing the petals unfold, the breeze carrying promises of warmth and light.
Here I am silently watching and wondering why the world feels lighter while I remain heavy.
It’s strange, isn’t it?
The seasons shift effortlessly, but I can’t always follow.
Maybe one day, spring will bloom inside me too.
But for now... it's spring & I can't feel.
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