(28 avril 2022)

The clock is ticking — the air feels like May

Already leaves are deep green, envolé

Le sentiment de course ô effréné

My heart still in Spring, evokes my journeys

Invisible scars, tell thousands stories

My mind is filled with these, I can't forget

The eerie night, the freezing cold, white frost

Or the warm midnight breeze — I can recall

(29 avril 2022)

So here I am, bored again

Fighting against the urge to write essays

right now, instead of dozing off from

a poorly organized pack of narrative

questions unrelated

I feel like June