: window

had a strange encounter with the wind today, as if evidence of me shaking from the cold in the middle of november was a feeling reserved only for the east coast, for foreign territories. i was genuinely cold, just like that; after months of feeling the heaviness of some burn, this undulating sting of searing chaos, the same chaos i had tried so desperately to avoid--i was shivering. it was then, when nature felt alive, well enough to console the unbridled hysteria that was 2009, that i remember the girl i had failed to be, and the girl i know still finding herself. i was mistaken about you this entire time--it is winter now, and i admire the people we've become, i admire the sincerity of uncertainty that is so poignant in our friendship. Winter, what better season to fall in love, what better season to realize how fragile my skin can be when it graces the wind, how beautiful blurry lines are, and your face in the dark, only barely draped by the moonlight?

winter has arrived, suddenly
and my senses? they feel sharp