Saturday

Feeling a little lost, lovelorn and lonely right now. I'm not sure why.

This day, it blazes so brightly—blinds me when I look out at it.

I wish I could go somewhere very cold this winter—this winter that seems so unwilling to come. It promises and teases and chills occasionally, but refuses to sweep boldly through the air. Coward winter. I want to go somewhere cold, and freeze and be numb.

It hurts, this day. Makes me maudlin when I'd rather not be.

I need—I want ALT.