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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