The Cold

[woundedraven]

As I sat outside watching the last bit of the golden sun’s embers sink into nothingness, the cold of San Diego sets in. For some strange reason the cold of this place is a comfort to me. I sit here every day, my throat sour from singing hours at a time, thinking about the only person I can think of. She is far away and I am powerless to do anything

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[babybird_misha]

call me tonight, maybe I'll change my mind.