Just as seasons change, so do the people in our lives. To close one door is to open but another. The season of love in my life has mostly been harsh cruel winters upon which I had no warmth, growth or harvest to reap from. Just as the winter, love has been nothing but a cold chill to remind me of the diversity of the human spirit. I don't believe in love. I believe in honesty, compassion, benevolence, kindness, passion, companionship, trust, romance and above all commitment. Sadly my seasons have been void of these things.
So I must change to adapt or die for my heart now has grown cold just as the winters that robbed me of a life once full