it's almost winter again.
fall seems to have fallen right past me.
i miss it, i wish fall lasted just a little bit longer...
i hate winter; it's just another reminder.

my hands get dry, and cold and lonely without you.
my nerves fly high, and i haven't you to tell me to just look at the sky.
my nose turns red walking in the snow, and it lasts forever.

and the dead silence that surrounds me; is only another reminder of being alone.

fuckthis.

my hands haven't touched my camera in quite some time. sorry.