today(12/11):

cold so intense it froze the lacquer-thin layer of yellow sunshine coating the morning and turned it brittle— it shattered like ice every time i stepped outside, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth your clouds of breath hanging so uncertainly in the air did nothing to dissapate while the stripped trees were left hopelessly hopelessly reaching into the sky (they strove too to be warmed by the sun but their skeleton arms weren't long long enough, just like mine can't— can't be long enough either)

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a/n: Completely contrary to what this is says, I actually do love this kind of weather. (As long as I have plenty of layers on.)