december again.
tonight i looked up and felt snow falling on my face. it felt good. first time in a while. but then i looked down and my pants were in oily snow and surrounded by cigarette butts. my own.
the snow on the ground catches the light from lonely street lamps accompanied only by naked trees. the reflection turns night into day and makes the building half a mile away appear right in front of my face.
still the cigarette burns down quicker than the one before, and the wind across my face stings every nerve i have. the building where i buy cigarettes that seems right in front of me is still far. the snow grows thicker and my socks wetter. its winter time.
the snow on the ground catches the light from lonely street lamps accompanied only by naked trees. the reflection turns night into day and makes the building half a mile away appear right in front of my face.
still the cigarette burns down quicker than the one before, and the wind across my face stings every nerve i have. the building where i buy cigarettes that seems right in front of me is still far. the snow grows thicker and my socks wetter. its winter time.