The sweet scent of the air in spring makes me feel...
Disconnected.
Should I remember the flowers that bloomed?
Or past relationships that withered?
Perhaps my several trips to the seaside?
Or would I just drown in worries?
The comfortable combination of
Warm sunshine,
Cool breeze?
Or the painful sting of
Burning
Betrayal?
Though it is a new season, in a new year,
I can't help but feel aged with burden.
The glow of spring is but a mere facade to cover up