Rosy, golden haze breaks through the greige. Dark, lifeless sky.
I miss the sun on my pale, blue eyes.
The sun on my face? A vampire’s disgrace!
Winter is finally getting to me.
The wind has whipped, into the ether
and clouds slip, like a blip, and slide away into gray nothing monotone before I can comprehend.
I dream of snow. I dream of the sun. The crunch of cool.
November rain, December shadows, January freeze, this nightmare will not end.
One Rabbit Riot 