"Snow can wait i forgot my mittens"
I look online for entertainment, all i see is kittens.
winter is more than a season to me, it deepens my perspective and settles in a certain feeling of nostalgia and anxiety. As if knowing that half of the world is freezing as I try to reconcile my California sunshine with a much colder mood inside. It makes it difficult to create, this is where the things I will create in the summer are born. With these mood swings my creative self pulls source which then becomes my art, yet it's a bitch. A lingering blue accompanied by loneliness and melancholic melodies which pretty much are the only things that soothe. Everyday life hurts in winter, everyday interactions tare and choke like a dry cough that relentlessly tortures the passages. So I pull away and hide, sleep it off, get high, then repeat the same routine, I've learned how to deal with the many things I feel.
Every year I find new ways to deal, to acknowledge the moment then heal, to learn to identify the signs and laugh, "have yourself a merry little Christmas" dances thru my mind.
The melancholy it gives always eases my mind
the soothing sound like sunshine to the blind
so I write and I create hoping to use dark feelings to elevate
trying to glance on to the future
trying to augment what of me I know
leaving words behind can be quite healing
leaving words behind create good feelings.
"snow can wait I forgot my mittens"
I look online for entertainment, all i see is kittens.
winter is more than a season to me, it deepens my perspective and settles in a certain feeling of nostalgia and anxiety. As if knowing that half of the world is freezing as I try to reconcile my California sunshine with a much colder mood inside. It makes it difficult to create, this is where the things I will create in the summer are born. With these mood swings my creative self pulls source which then becomes my art, yet it's a bitch. A lingering blue accompanied by loneliness and melancholic melodies which pretty much are the only things that soothe. Everyday life hurts in winter, everyday interactions tare and choke like a dry cough that relentlessly tortures the passages. So I pull away and hide, sleep it off, get high, then repeat the same routine, I've learned how to deal with the many things I feel.
Every year I find new ways to deal, to acknowledge the moment then heal, to learn to identify the signs and laugh, "have yourself a merry little Christmas" dances thru my mind.
The melancholy it gives always eases my mind
the soothing sound like sunshine to the blind
so I write and I create hoping to use dark feelings to elevate
trying to glance on to the future
trying to augment what of me I know
leaving words behind can be quite healing
leaving words behind create good feelings.
"snow can wait I forgot my mittens"
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