April is a dark month

I'll be glad to see April end. May is not much better. Springs can be wound so tight that they are dangerous. They unwind and release their energy like a bullet. Nothing, nobody can be trusted. It all can turn without warning, with no apparant cause. What seems positive to most is macabre when seen through the chained mind. I can't stand the rattling, the incessant rattling. May the chemical year plugs blot it all out long enough for this infernal season to end. Nothing happened, nothing changed on the outside. Suddenly the river filled with blood and the sky rained frogs, frogs made of sunlight. Why are blue and green such ugly colors? Why do birds sing such grating mockeries? Why are trees covered with blossom disease? I didn't write this. None of this happened. You're not reading this. I don't exist.