The Weather, at last, has showered us with its cold love and tears. I don't know why people feel that winter is a negative metaphor -winter means cuddling and comfort doesnt it? (Except people like Kirst, who has SAD....and then she moved to England, making us SAD.)

Im feeling too damn introspective to blog today. There are things in my head that can only be appropriately examined by means of poetry and music, neither of which im very good or expressive at. If I had a piano out here I could vent at least. Do you ever force yourself to think about things? Force yourself to see colour even though its very purely black and white?
Attaching little meanings to words like christmas baubles, for you to marvel at in the remaining minutes before you fall asleep. At the risk of this turning into a lyrical catharsis, I want you to think about it, rather than just read it. What do you overthink. Why do you overthink it.
(Purely saying youre an overthinker isnt going to cut it.)

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