Wednesday, April 7

Episodic memories

for almost a week, i let nights passed away languidly. i let my mind swirled in a frenzy circle of thoughts. i let my brain worked sluggishly slow. i have a strong feeling that April moves very fast. it feels like only yesterday i walked like a penguin in a heavy snow.

i opened my eyes one morning and heard the birds were chirping. it's an unusual thing, you know. i usually woke up with the screeching sound from cars or the barking dogs. so i woke up and the sun's rays were caressing my hand, then my hair and the edge of my lips and i was smiling, and slept again.

you know how i can't get enough of spring. it's beautiful.