though i've never been through hell like that

i've closed enough windows to know you can never look back

the wind is cold tonight, but i like how it stings my cheeks. ive always loved the start of spring.

crickets, singing with the wind through the screen in my window, and maybe im freezing but it feels so good to feel again. the cold air is thawing me, my brain clearing as the sky goes dark.

i know i won't sleep tonight, and i probably won't sleep tomorrow. and maybe i won't ever sleep in your bed again, because god knows who else has. but i know that now, and I'm glad i finally do.

my cheeks are red and scratchy, cold air stinging them dry. but i can feel it now that you're gone, and maybe it's a good thing too.

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merry christmas

have some ... sort of fluff :)