I'm still

Dear friend,

It's like the sun itself is not sure if she is warm anymore. The snow is melting but the grass is still dead. The ground is dead even if you say you saw the first flowers just recently. They say and they love but somehow it doesn't matter, because sun is up there after all. And she feels lonely. Or she doesn't feel at all. Numb. I heard that song. I didn't understand it at first, now i wish i never had.

*me