just saddened me today to realize that all the memories this spring could have held are just part of wild imagination. now we sure have plenty of time to imagine of what could have been done and what has yet to come. we now can see who is a real dreamer in mind. who plan to dream and who dream to plan.
this may feel like the shittest summer i've got yet to experience. and, if i'm honest, daydreaming when it's raining has never been my thing. but in may it's raining season.
and may this may clean my empty diary than i dreamt to fill /feel/ with flowers on my way in park, that now is just a yard in which i put my all young dedication

(or devastation?)

05.05.20