It’s finally here

The point where we start to go back again

Aching for it because every seasonal change I feel within

Now she will slowly lean back and find her way back to the sun

Our nearest point is also our winter here

I fight to keep myself going through these days

Feeling like gravity itself is stronger upon me

Like the Earth is afraid I’ll fly away

And with the weather playing peekaboo

I’m going to miss the sun,

I wasn’t aware last night when I commented on the light at 11

That it would be the day before the longest day

I’m in so much pain

And this is supposed to be the good season.

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