these are the days i'll miss.

She told me to see

using my own two eyes,

the forest for the trees /

the forest for the trees /

the beaches for the breeze.

She always gives the shittiest advice!

i never asked for memories!

i'd rather have this //

i'd rather have this //

how selfish of me.

our winters are shorter than before.

spring yawns and blinks.

summer approaches ///

summer approaches ///

i fucking hate summer.

***

She calls for curtains. i called for time. She called for closing. i called for time. She told me growing up was easy. She told me i chased the end of rainbows. She told me maybe it was my problem now. She told me everything, everyone, and everywhere was for me. and then She cried.

She said to slow down. i said we're all dust. that we're separated by oceans, engines, and paper mache. that i don't need memories because memories don't need me. that time is eternity, and eternity is forever, and forever is now.

i hate smiling for photos. a single instant of a March. a March that only steps forward, as Fate would want it.

March was indeed your month, but i'll make it mine too.

2025.03.30 //;;