Spring is Numb

It’s spring and spring is a time where life is settled. Winter was sad. Winter is always my sadness. I don’t hate spring. No one hates spring. Even on the days where it’s foggy, and growing. Everything grows in spring. Flowers grow too. Flowers are not sad, They are sunny. Flowers aren’t mad, but they are… Numb, and rooted, and trapped. That’s it exactly. That’s what’s horrible about spring, but no one understands that. Growing. And numb. And that’s what spring is to me.