I want the snow to fall. I wish for the trees to bare their naked black branches and then cover them up with that white powder that chills my bones. I want the days to be dark and long, illuminated only by yellow streetlights and fires and candles. I miss missing the summer. I want to long for the spring and dive deep under my covers as the snow keeps my windows shut.

I want to walk by the lake as it's freezed over, having the cold bite my toes and my nose, and I want to hear the snow under my shoes.

but I don't want the summer to have ended either, even though it died long ago.


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The painting for our personal project is almost done, and i'm in a state where I love it but still want to make those minor changes. I didn't make any sketches for it, which might disappoint my teacher since we were supposed to. but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. it's all there, in the painting. I don't want to spill my thoughts on another surface, watering it out, I want it all to be concentrated on that big piece of wood.

I should also start gathering texts and words for my PA, but I don't know what kind I want to do. I wrote some texts that could be portrayed as letters, but it just doesn't come together in my head. maybe I should just look through a dictionary and pick some from that. It seems like a fair deal, right?