I feel so restless. Like a kid on their birthday waiting for their present, but I don't know its my birthday. I'm just waiting/wishing for something amazing.
In this case I do not know what constitutes amazing. I can't tell whether I feel like the last leaf hanging on in the Fall, or the first bud waiting to bloom in Spring.
Maybe Spring affects us all. It is, after all, only natural.
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