My frozen hands and toes are letting me know that the chill is coming and all I can describe this moment as is soft. The snow star Christmas tree lights I hang around my mirror illuminate my room and the sheets I tie dyed myself to hang on the ceiling as my eyelids are getting heavy.
In moods like this I always want to drive around or find a park. Maybe it's just by habit that I want to do things like that, pulling at little moments of times I'll always remember.
I'm almost always incredibly somber, sentimental, or silly.
