all warm and fuzzy and bright.
The days are all so Spring-y,
Calm and cool are the nights.
And heat rises to the highest grade,
but just then the summer scorches down,
And all I do is hunt for shade.
and raindrops that incessantly pour.
The weather seems to drown me,
I wonder why, and how much more.
but there’s only haze instead of greys.
And I look around me
upon a world that slowly decays.
and all the darkness throngs,
I resolve to spend December
making myself strong.
Those reminders of the end,
Make me forget that my solace
Is right around the bend.
for a warm and fuzzy retreat.
But it’s a just a rewound cassette
I’ve been playing on repeat.
but as each of the other bereaves,
There’s something I’m now bound to accept
That January never leaves.