my seasons have remained full of crisp falls and humid summers sprinkling with tears from above and passion all the way to my toes but I must advise you that when the air you breathe becomes numb and the rain doesn't feel heavy on your battle worn skin revisit who you are- because my darling you can never become numb to the air you breathe.
I allow myself much more than to privilege numbness to the toxins yet those are crucial to my growth for I would not know when you are around without them.
so I must tell you to never become numb to the humidity to the fresh spring to the too long winters no matter how toxic or sweet how old or newborn never become numb to the air you breathe for it is who you are.
{if there are any suggestions to improve my poetry, I love to hear it! I want to grow as a poet and a writer in general and I feel like this community would bring so much more love into the process}