Winter is here, and I love nothing more than the cold embrace of it’s temperature drop. Yet- for some odd reason, it doesn’t hold it’s usual charm. It’s icy fingers wrap around my body leaving me feeling abandoned and alone. I’m not sure what our love affair is missing, but I find myself searching for the embrace of a former love, for summer, for spring, for fall. Winter has betrayed me, and I want nothing more than to escape it’s grasp.
I feel the heart-wrenching tug of loss and of sorrow.
“So if you wanna burn yourself- remember that I love you.
If you wanna cut yourself- remember that I love you.
If you wanna kill yourself- remember that I love you.
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead;
send me an IM, I’ll be your friend.”—
Day 01: Your middle name, and how you feel about it.
Unlike most, I love my middle name, or rather- I love the woman I was named after. My grandmother was a lovely, lovely lady, and sometimes I fear myself to be unworthy of her name. Kind, generous, and always prepared to sit down and listen to your obscure five year-old traumas, I can never imagine myself filling her shoes.
However, I still love my middle name, and at one point, thought about having it hyphenated to my first- a daily reminder to strive to be better.
I just want to hang out and sleep and draw and sleep and think freely and procrastinate and be cynical and sleep and run around and hug and sleep and create and bake and make and be pretentious and yell and drive and sleep and graduate.