i swear the south has 8 seasons.
1-winter
2-fake spring-just kidding it's still winter but you think you wont need a jacket
3 flu winter-from going out in fake spring.
3 spring
4 pollen spring- tree sperm for a far as the blurry itchy red eyes can see
5 summer
6 hot oven summer
7 fall -but still summer
8 fall
now, as I am in the pollen spring, i have to take 3 kinds of allergy meds just to make it thru the day. they make me drowsy & dry. it's so odd as a child I would run thru the meadows of flowers and trees... oh wait I didn't grow up on the prairies. I could play outside and wasn't concerned of pollens, or flowers or trees.
I could eat a flower just to see if it tastes as pretty as it smells. I never said I was a bright child.
I loved the mud, the grass the rain that would fall gently.
now, I can't go outside without a pharmacy. Fuck. Adulting sucks. Aging sucks.
Not Yours, But Truly
*Dixie*
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