Winter.
Winter in Adelaide brings mist in the morning, and heartache at night. People are dragons with smoke from joints and cigarettes curling through the atmosphere. Everything is rigid, except for the roads, wet and smeared with refelctions from the highway lights. I am in lust, and it seems like summer flings will trancend the seasons and survive Autumn, instead of crashing like the leaves.
I drink bitter coffee and curl up on friends couches, the heater crackling, waking from the summer. I make mix tapes and wander through the University Library, fingertips tracing along dusty books and I think how i would like to kiss someone in the basement and it could be our secret.
I get high with Chris, laughing and eating too much, although I don't have time to eat anymore. Holly is going to Canada and I might go too, it's been a while since I've been on an aeroplane and I miss Canada. & they are all I need to get through winter.
Summer is drugs and endless nights, the sunrise hits like anxiety. Autumn is confusion and moving to fast. Winter is still, poetry and welcoming, although only if I keep drinking...