THE CHANGE

Its the time of the year where whether is awkward gushing or still warm or cold it takes time to get use to. My mind drifts with the whether Im confused of the feeling I am never certain to wear pants. The trees looked spook. Everything looks dark and frail weak and old. Some fruits go off, but others grow in. I start to wear sweaters and tracks as Im not use to using. I lose interest in swimming. The degrees change at random I eat more than often my body starts to get fatter. Its cold warm and wet I am confused.