Continuous discontent, negativity, the frequent urge to scream, or even vague sadness can be signposts, revealing a divide between our Doing and our Being.
I can now spell omniscient.
We'd put all the pieces together, but the heat of the oven and time would turn it into an apple pie.
I was frozen and wished it were May
So, what about the fact that it's all about coming of age, sexually? Awkwardly?
It was spring and what a terrible spring every blossom mockery