(Wait I made some errors give me a moment)

I sit during the Spring. The flowers grow around, representing the new life. Yet, with new life comes death. Storms shall brew. The winds shall howl, and thunder will roar. Lightning shall strike, the sparks will create a fire. The fire shall spread, destruction left behind it. Rain shall pour, turning simple streams to gigantic rivers. Tornadoes shall form from the howling wind. They shall continue to circle, round and round. The swirling masses will pick everything in it's way up, and toss them around. Eventually, the storm shall settle, not counting the breaks inbetween. Yet, despite the chaos, the house remains. Only with tons of scratches, that quickly disappear.

Summer approaches. The water that is left evaporates. The leftover flowers begin to wilt. The grass turns dry, plantlife is doomed. The plants and animals begin to die from starvation, or the heat. Everything is empty, and gone. Yet, the house remains. Despite the dying people and animals, it lives. Still only with fresh scratches, perhaps a signal it is alive. As the air becomes colder, the wildlife regrows.

Fall arrives. The leaves turn to oranges and golds, a beautiful sight to see. The gentle, yet chilly breeze leaves me oddly confident. Like a pat on the shoulder, edging someone on. I walk, the breeze carries me. It swiftly, yet silently, tugs the leaves off the branches. The beauty begins to fall to the ground. Fall never seems to last.. Surely, they do not belong there? The breeze begins to chill, and the trees are now bare. Great changes are coming, and I know they are not beneficial. The house remains, no dents or scratches are here this time, oddly enough.

Winter arrives. The cold chills me to the bone. The snow begins to fall, piling up onto the ground. The originally green grass, is suddenly gone. Replaced by a blanket of snow. Snowflakes are so elegant, and complex. Yet, simply beautiful. They make people happy, happiness creates a warm feeling. Yet, I still feel so cold. So.. alone. Like no one is there for me, to warm me up and make me happy. You're surrounded by happy things, why are you not bursting from joy?

Even if I were to get a hug, I don't think it would warm me up. Instead, make me even more unhappy. I feel hopeless. Like there's nothing here but happy people, while I'm in the middle.. Just.. so.. sad. I sit there, not knowing what to do. I simply cry. Why is life this way? I look up as the snow begins to disapear. Was it finally over? There, in the melting snow. The house sits. Scratched and broken. The cycle continues. Spring, to Summer, to Fall, to Winter.

Based off some random thoughts I had earlier ._.

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