I think I might have figured out why I don’t like spring.
When I was younger, I hated spring.
and today, while I was listening to a song by chairlift (birds were singing at the beginning of the song) I somehow suddenly knew.

Spring is the season of beginnings, everything comes “back to life” again. Everything starts anew. Gets another chance to do better than last year.
But I don’t start. I don’t change. I’m always the same. Not that I couldn’t, I just don’t.
And that’s what really annoys me. I just let pass every chance I could have had.

So I guess what I really don’t like about spring is that it shows me every year that I’m a lazy fat ass.
Sooo, the thing I really really really don’t like is … me.

But only in their dreams
can men be truly free.
T’was always thus,
and always thus will be.

John Keating to one of his fellow teachers in “Dead Poets Society”.

Other teacher: Tennyson?
Keating: No. Keating.

Just fragments of my mind …

Behind these heavy doors
I lie

Watching myself

So frail against the world

We all need to believe in heroes.
And even the best ones are far from perfect.

Lex Luthor to Clar Kent in Smallville Episode 6 (Exposed/Verbrechen verführt)

those words kind of … flew through my head, light as a butterfly in the first summer breeze, while I was riding my horse today…

A piece of sky is reflecting in a dirty puddle
as I ride through the rain