Poppies

Spring is gone. Living in your own season is what gives you thrill of being unique, what gives your the right to feel whatever you want to feel. Unless you still need time to figure this out. Yes, the calendar tells me spring is gone. Or maybe not just yet.



P.S. The poppy is the symbol of death. By the way, this reminds me of the town of Ypres, in Belgium, a relic of the First World War. Ypres and its fields of poppies and grave stones in the remembrance of all that blood shed.


The word of the day: symbolism.