warning: another april is almost gone, so before it does leave us, I wanted to express the bitterness of it having come at all... smile, it's short :)
if
april were a
drug, I'd shoot it
In my
blood each spring. Alone,
Afterwards,
this opiatic month makes my soul:
Grow old.
Grow cold...
...Perhaps Life, after all,
is a problem
better left...
...unsolved?