falling into the sky
The winter sky can be beautiful. Particularly when the trees hold up their naked black branches against it, lacy patterns that are sometimes crisply seen through the cold air, sometimes hazy against a hazier sky.
I hurry from my car to class, my nose tucked into my scarf, my hot breath reflected back at me by my scarf. The chilly breeze finds a way up my skirt. my gloves smell of gasoline. I need to buy new ones, anyways. But I never seem to.
Date someone, and your priorities can suddenly rearrange themselves, against your best intentions. The more time you spend with that someone, the more time you want to spend. The more you root for him to find a job in your town, so that he can move the 30 miles that makes weekends your best option for seeing each other.
Winter is a good time to have someone. Winter is a good time to have a boyfriend to just call up on a wistful whim, to have someone to hold you when it gets cold, inside or out, to have someone to massage away the finals stress-stiffness in your neck. Winter seems a good time to wonder if you love someone, despite your best intentions. If you don't love someone, despite your best intentions
The winter sky can be beautiful. Particularly when the trees hold the black lace of their naked branches up against it. It makes me feel cold, and warm at the same time. It makes me yearn for something I cannot name. It calls me. I haven't figured out yet how to follow that call through my life.
Cold, and warm. Cold, and warm.
I hurry from my car to class, my nose tucked into my scarf, my hot breath reflected back at me by my scarf. The chilly breeze finds a way up my skirt. my gloves smell of gasoline. I need to buy new ones, anyways. But I never seem to.
Date someone, and your priorities can suddenly rearrange themselves, against your best intentions. The more time you spend with that someone, the more time you want to spend. The more you root for him to find a job in your town, so that he can move the 30 miles that makes weekends your best option for seeing each other.
Winter is a good time to have someone. Winter is a good time to have a boyfriend to just call up on a wistful whim, to have someone to hold you when it gets cold, inside or out, to have someone to massage away the finals stress-stiffness in your neck. Winter seems a good time to wonder if you love someone, despite your best intentions. If you don't love someone, despite your best intentions
The winter sky can be beautiful. Particularly when the trees hold the black lace of their naked branches up against it. It makes me feel cold, and warm at the same time. It makes me yearn for something I cannot name. It calls me. I haven't figured out yet how to follow that call through my life.
Cold, and warm. Cold, and warm.