I wrote this last year, but it's exactly how I'm feeling meow. Ugh, frustrated with the blooming flowers and endless legs and heavy air of spring.

i miss the cold. the pristine snow and its superfluous glow, beneath blueblack skies, strewn with stars unexplored, answers hidden behind your eyes. i miss the cold. chill to the bones just to remind you you're alive.

i miss the cold.

because only the necessities survive.