smoke rises from my mouth and i breathe it back in the air is icy, the night just plain cold i find this kind of night lacking severely in fun but do i get a fucking choice? i walk along caring not that i am freezing or that its density is falling its a beautiful night to sit a home and read a book but do i? NO! i stand on halsted, never caring that the cold is biting into my jacket, iciliy hard i sit on the bench and look down the street knowing that i wont be back once it starts snowing i freeze, slowly feeling the effects and ignoring them stupidly,but i feel that i just HAVE to be out here in boys town why? in this neighborhood, in the cold night air, i am alive!!
Reason for writing:
upcoming winter...im not going back out there until may, at the least
Birth sign: Aries
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