it's November 25, and the thin layers of mist tell me what's about to come next.
It's winter, and I'm reminded of you. The thrill of the first conversation with a stranger, knowing that it's mutual. The anxiety, of not knowing anything. Ignorance is a bliss at this moment, and yet you dig, and dig, until you knowing each edge of his soul.Yet every morning, you wake up with much more to know.
Winter reminds me of being rebellious, being a bit dreamy, a bit lost, a bit always somewhere your cousins can't seem to reach. Winter reminds me of bliss, nothing warm, nothing cold, you're luke warm.
Winter reminds me of YOU as well though. Your tutions, our useless conversations. We knew too much about each other, and like everyone had predicted, we got sick of it. The symptoms, showed up too late, in spring.
That's why. I love winter. Winter doesn't show all the effects at once, it's the begging of everything.
