i don't want to continue,
i want to skip;
these months,
they're a weight.
to pause everything,
i need to reload;
the continuity.
it is killing me.
everyday is the same,
i don't find the strenght,
to wake up.
i want to do else.
the cold, the clouds;
they're encouraging it.
this season is like a curse,
i can't seem to escape from it.
please, go on.
~ eth; 04/01/'22, "wintersick"
