waking up before the sun is so nice when i know i can expect light
but before i know the time i feel the disoriented fear of being in the dark
it's been getting a little warmer during the day
the wind doesn't numb my face anymore
no matter how fast i ride it doesn't feel fast enough
midwinter signals that cold is still here but it's gradually drawing out
i'm trying to write more positively but i can't seem to find the words to make my bitterness beautiful
i promise i'm ok, all things pass and change eventually
i want to be supportive and loving and kind and pretty and powerful and
high
in reality i just want to be happy and high
maybe with you
or another friend
someone to love
platonically romantically respectfully
let's smoke and giggle about some stupid shit
