Summer smells like the ocean mixed with sweat and sand, the smell that surrounds me as I stare into the abyss of a blue sky that lays quietly above our heads.

Autumn sounds like the distant ruffling of dead leaves blowing in the whistling winds as I sit on a boulder in the middle of nowhere, trying to make sense of the thoughts that constantly invade my mind.

Winter feels like the cold that invades my heart, which once was warm. The constant shivers that run down my spine as if I was sitting outside in a blizzard have become a norm to me.

Spring tastes like the warmth of a mother’s love that I’ve longed for since the day I was born. A type of love that covers your heart, mind and soul with the warmth needed to get through life without a scratch. A love I’ll forever dream about, one day hoping I’d get it soon.