Always Winter


February rolls around, I'll roll my eyes. Turn a cold shoulder to the even colder skies.
And by the fire, my heart, it heaves a sigh for the green grass waiting on the other side.
Posted by at

2 comments:

"Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole"
_Adam Duritz

I love hearing things that aren't my own pathetic echoes.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)