Mon cher' Season
I am always burning inside... there's a fire..rather a conflagration.. that lights me up from within .. an unquenchable thirst for life itself.
This fire turns to warmth... in winters....when my reasoning gets replaced by all cosy emotions... affection,joy,melancholy,magic...winters tranform me into a Girl i don't know... mellower,nicer,forgiving ,pleasant and all the times lost in a dreamland.
I guess its this mist ... that does it... or this cold zephyr.. or the reminiscent snowflakes..or the ever welcome shimmering darkness... i sleep with hawks in my eyes and wake up with christmas trees on my mind... every song sounds like a carol..... and every smiling person an angel... every sad song makes me cry and every love song makes me yearn..... for the love we all dream of but seldom encounter. i start liking Daniel Bedingfield instead of my usual thrash metal and nu metal
I feel like pirouetting at the rhythm of breeze...and singing to the grey-blue skies.... and taste the sun.
One or two of these months bring emotions worth a lifetime.. myriad and ephemeral.. i guess i live my real life in winters
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