I want it to be summer. I want to be able to listen to music all day, without having to care about anything other than what track to play next. I want the music to flow through me, clean and pure. My mind is too polluted with worries about my future and sandalwood incense that has been burning constantly for the past 72 hours.
Spring is supposedly here, but all I can see is the nude scenery winter brought upon us, and it doesn't seem to be leaving with the harsh wind that seems to be around all the time these days. I don't know what to do with myself anymore; all my ideas go to waste, and I end up glued to my computer screen, as if it were some sort of beauty, but really I just see the same things over and over again, day after day, yet they never seem to tire me. With spring comes new life, and that's what I'm determined to bring upon myself somehow. I want change, and everything in me is longing for it. I'm going to change.
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