I think winter makes everyone nostalgic. Nostalgic and melancholic. I can't help but see faces in everything. Air so cold it bites, it won't let me forget a stupid girl who liked to be sad, ignored the sun and gave her heart to a black rabbit that was best left to the dirt. I miss the haunting call of his violin and blankets on the floor... but I don't miss him. It hurts to think I used to ignore the stars. Hurts even worse to look back and remember how foolish kids can be, especially when they're old enough to think they're old enough.

I think most girls turn into a little box when they don't mean to.

We've been seeing rain around here the past few days, but today I woke and the sun was peeking through those pretty grey clouds. Let's hope Winter comes swifter than fall.

I want cold hands.


Bedtime by andrew procter, on Flickr

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