Is it strong to feel all at once
Or is it stronger to feel with pieces
As you watch time swallow itself in hunger.
And the blood stains remain unerased in your mind.
When pain dances in breaks.
It is just like the seasons.
It disguises a curtain to look like it’ll end.
And just when we stand to clap.
Another season arrives fresh; just in a different color.
So I’ll just ravage the feelings all at once, like it was all that my heart thirsted for.
And watch the seasons befall.
As if I knew how every season would end with an applause.