Feels like -18
Winter has just begun, and so has the struggle to stay alive in these rapidly dropping temperatures. I will most likely go insane this winter, but that is expected from me.
Will you love me in December as you did May?
I should probably put some clothes on, I’d rather lay here wrapped in these sheets by myself. Actually that is a lie, I wish there was a man next to me. Whenever I lie, I admit I’m lying right away. I’m not lying when I say these songs were written for me. I wasn’t alive in 67, but these are my songs.
I cant explain the way i feel when i listen to Simon and Garfunkel, and I can’t describe the way I feel when I look at you. I’m convinced if I was in my 20s in 1965 Paul Simon and I would have had a love affair of sorts.
I keep my window open at night, even when it’s below freezing, in hopes that Peter Pan will come and take me away. It may sound pathetic, but I seek perfection and “even the impossible is possible,” or so I’m told. So maybe it’s not pathetic to leave the window open for him afterall.
The dear north star will take your pain away.
Breath in, and let go.
It was all a dream
You said I could stay as long as I left as quietly as I came. It all seemed so realistic. You were even smoking cigarettes on a bed covered with green sheets. Every habit of yours is so familiar in my dreams lately. It’s killing me slowly on the inside.
