Walls of green fill the spaces left empty by winter’s
embrace, a sudden rush over the month of may, leaving me breathless as once
season flees and I am weary to keep up with it, not knowing what to expect
next, green soon to turn brown, then vacant again, leaving me in an empty
landscape, this never ending wheel on which I gamble my life, each turn hurrying
on us, from spring to summer to fall again, this green, a wall behind which I
hide, clinging to it, hoping it will last, hating the rush the world seems to
insist on, when now all I want is for it to all slow down.
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