As I was looking through my journal a few days ago, I came across a few entries that I had written throughout the past two years. While on this endeavor, I specifically came across a short piece that I wrote December 30th of last year, and felt inspired to share:
There is something about past romances that is so appealing. I found myself somewhere between both the familiarity and the unfamiliarity. Rising above the dust and into the sunlight. I was dragged from Winter's grasp and was pushed into Summer's. No Spring or Fall, just a sharp transition between hot and cold. My senses were not accustomed to the atmosphere newly surrounding me, and therefore threatened to burst at the sign of change. Just as I was at the verge of surrender, June came to an end and finally July sprouted into existence. As it drew closer, my smell became renewed and I was once again able to smell the roses. I noticed the beauty surrounding me, the aroma that now filled the hot Summer air. Sometimes we are stuck in a season of darkness and refuse to look forward unto the brightness up ahead. But we soon discover that all rainbows sprout from storms.
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