April, come she will,

when streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune.
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
and give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I remember
a love once new has now grown old.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPIPhmMybQg

Listening to this song is so difficult. It sounds so real to me. I like the idea of things changing with seasons, maybe because my mood has so much to do with the weather. That can probably be said for most people, though.

I came to this hoping that I would derive some kind of inspiration from Paul Simon and his ability to speak to me, but I think I'm mostly just humbled.

It doesn't take much to humble me, but you get it.

I need a life outside of facebook and homework.

Boo.

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