Spring.

It seems in the last years, that spring is a tainted season for me. For others it signals new beginnings, for me it symbolizes the end of life as we know it. Early this week and the weekend before that, it was all I could think about, what will end now? Maybe this year, the fifth one, is an earthy catalyst, were the stars shift their course. My sister is getting married to a man I always considered as a brother, I'm letting a pseudo relationship happen, and I'm moving into a Philadelphia apartment with a roommate I can trust and rely on. I feel like I've learned to keep my inhibitions reserved. In the last year and a half, I learned who I was, and now I'm just learning how to live like it.