spring

I'm exhausted.  I feel like shit every day.  Constantly holding on to my breath, deep sighs, lost in an abyss of thought.  But a new season has rolled over and I'm anticipating flowers;  and sunny mornings, and more colour on my skin.  Spring is going to bring me hope.  I need to slap out of whatever I'm currently stuck in.  It's going to be a slow process, but I'm determined that this year will be the year I feel good about myself.  There is no reason not to.  I'm going to try so hard to destroy this void inside me.