What cold.
In desperate climate my ligaments freeze,
in forlorn displeasure I fall to my knees,
in terrible height the gale sails through the tress,
it collects autumn's entrails, it decimates leaves,
glossing my eyeballs, at last each one sees
a girl materializing amidst the breeze.
Though! I am certainly not tired of this weather. I figure it's going to be hot quite a bit in the summer especially if I'm in locations without air conditioning...
but enough times during the day the hypercold temperatures hovering outside exit my consciousness to make room for more important business, whatever that is, until I'm ready to leave the building and I see my coat and scarf and hat and am reminded why I have them. Though it's a ritual to put all of it on, it's not something I ever mind doing.
Today should be a good day. The winter should help me forget about the clear skies.
In desperate climate my ligaments freeze,
in forlorn displeasure I fall to my knees,
in terrible height the gale sails through the tress,
it collects autumn's entrails, it decimates leaves,
glossing my eyeballs, at last each one sees
a girl materializing amidst the breeze.
Though! I am certainly not tired of this weather. I figure it's going to be hot quite a bit in the summer especially if I'm in locations without air conditioning...
but enough times during the day the hypercold temperatures hovering outside exit my consciousness to make room for more important business, whatever that is, until I'm ready to leave the building and I see my coat and scarf and hat and am reminded why I have them. Though it's a ritual to put all of it on, it's not something I ever mind doing.
Today should be a good day. The winter should help me forget about the clear skies.
1 comment:
I haven't looked at the sky in too long.
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