So, Im here again on this circle of sand

speaking to the seasons

asking her questions without any reason.

This was from my diary that I kept. I was at the park bench I sat at every day for two years. It was stuck under a tree on a circle of sand and I realized that I had gone through all the seasons asking myself the same questions. The time that had gone by suprised me. I spent a lot of time there bringing myself together. Reasoning with myself. Things I already knew and didnt accept I guess.