the first breeze of summer
a journal entry
May 2, 2024
May 2nd, 2024
I’m tired…in more ways than one.
The weight of the world sits beneath my eyes, though, even a restful night doesn’t do this lifelessness justice.
I feel as if I’m simply watching my life…my youth…pass me by.
I can’t remember the last time I truly felt excited about something.
All of my hobbies and interests merely feel as if something to pass the time.
Whenever I rekindle with joy, it always seems to dissipate with a soft (sometimes violent) wind.
Most days, I feel nothing; others, everything all at once.
It’s almost summer, which I love dearly, though mostly when it’s winter — bittersweet nostalgia — as when the summer finally arrives, I am always reminded that its merely the weather that has changed…nothing more, nothing less.
