'i'll be seeing you ' b.h.

night... we don't really know no more when night fall... less sunshine, it suits me for now ...
winter's coming and i feel like it's gonna be l'opposee en entier venu juste pour moi.. l'oppose de l'an dernier ( last winter ) non pas pour me consoler mais pour m'ensorceler. that's all... i know i spended the last summer complaining about all, this city, the people i knew but never saw, my ownself. all. and now there is this thing in the air, i feel emotional but not overwhelm. there is .... you . rain fall. but i am blind, soon i'll be snow fall and we will discover hotter then no one knows... like the kind of sugar , i , can only taste so much without being fed.... i am just realizing, feeling inside that none of the fucking food i ate feeds me more then the vision of you ... and i am starving , left strangly wordless...

now what .. right when i wannawrite more.. i get a call from downstairs .. i'll go .. away but not far ... i have praise inside for the nights i have left awaiting for the day i'll be haunted again