It’s one of the sunny days in winter, i can feel spring coming back. Spring will come back. I tell myself that like a lunatic. Watch my reflection in the mirror, trying to catch the sun rays. Spring will come back. So will summer. I wish i could fix my past. I wish i could fix myself, somehow. I don’t know how to use the tools. I was never good with tools. Usually broke them before i could fix a broken table.
But today is one of those sunny days in winter. And i repeat my words like the time repeats itself. I erase myself like the time erases pain. Like it erases parts of past. I wait for your softness to fix the broken bed in which i find it difficult to sleep. You came to me in summer and you come back like spring.