vanile

Where is the melancholy of autumn? The coldness of winter?
This year's good fortune seems to accompany but I never like spring.
It is strange and difficult to explain, but whereas in autumn and winter I feel at ease and in harmony with nature, in the spring I always feel out of place, as if it did not belong anywhere, as if not part of the world.
The truth is that I always feel very lost in life but in this season everything seems more pronounced.
The scenery is beautiful is true but there is something in the environment is as hypocritical or false.
I'm not sure that I write this. I guess I feel a little bored this Sunday afternoon and needed to talk to someone or something.