When will the spring come? At one point I thought I knew. However, that time was long ago. But now all I wish is, that I could return to that time, to that wonderous glorious time. Back when my life had meaning, back when love was not just a concept, but when it was true, and it was something that was valued by all. This time, however, is long since gone. The spring. That was my only hope. When life renewed itself into a wonderful scene of flowers, breezes and the beautiful sky. But that time is gone now. Now all that exists is the cold winter air, the brown dead grass and the gray winter sky. This time was one that I used to love, that time that told me spring would be here soon. But now this time is just another day that continues on into the cold tomorrow. This time, this place, this cold ancient life, I just wish it could all just end . . .