My life is changing,

Like the four seasons,

Though without any reason-

I find myself scared of it.

Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.

Like in the early mornings of spring,

We feel in such a deep way,

flooding our veins throughout the day.

Some let themselves feel,

then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Some cling onto their emotions,

causing commotions.

Some push it away,

For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,