Roses

I'm waiting ever so patiently for spring's arrival. I'm starting to have a silent case of spring deprivation, or maybe it's simply the mass production of melatonin in my body as I hide indoors away from the sun. I'm waiting for things to bloom and grow, for the grass to turn green once again, and for the daisies and the roses to spring up from the ground. I can't help but notice that the only flowers I've seen lately are the dead ones hanging over my bed every night.

And I also can't help but notice the melodramatic disposition this entry has taken on, it's a Monday.