Soon we will be stripped of our winter-wears and we will prance under sun blazing light. Summer-night air will remind us of the things we thought we had forgotten. January, you blaze in your own cold way. Your sparkly icy pavements. Layers of frost. The heart beating of winter churning, remembering it soon has to slow down. I am you and you are me. How close before our eyes touch and reveal us whole. Little bits. Will you still want me when you come back? Its cold here but will be warm. So soon. So soon. I can take you to where the world glows.
My diary entry from the 3rd of January 2017 (via night-rooms)
